Show me the sun
And I will show you the moon—
Show me the path of life
And I will steer you past death.
I see the rivers ripple
As her children cut through the waters.
I see the trees shake their hips
As the animals roar and hunt.
The sun hovers in the sky
And I wish to paint her wings of light,
And when the sun's smile
Become too bright for my eyes,
The moon will come and cover me
Under the shadow of his wings.
Show me the beauty of this life,
And I will craft imageries of the beyond.
Show me the making of stories untold
That I may pen them down for you.
© Okunola Peace.
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