Every bird has a name,
As every plant form and the game.
All strive to live their purpose,
They don’t sit to count every hour that fades.
Flowers flourish, wingers wake earliest,
Life thrives as the day wanes.
By night there’s bounty,
If not, all are fulfilled.
Even the waters know strife.
The fishes quit not,
In the presence of sharks and baits,
In the deep of violent oceans.
In the waves of the air,
Be strong against the wind.
As a doe browses with grace,
Be cheerful in the peace within.
In the turbulence, find a skill.
Survive when the waves bite.
Against the sharks, build on brains,
For there’s never too much of the rains.
Cast your thoughts upon the day,
Let your nights be as an episode in a series.
Let not men work while you snore,
Or life will be such a bore!
When no one decided that two should stay, you enforced the bonds and made sure they forgot the day. When man plans to make some coins, you go on to make sure all lie. Is it true that the darkness in you causes eyes to involuntary close lids?
Night oh night! I know for the sake of your rights, man is granted rest. For the glory of your stars, children are made and memories baked. I know a photo of you stirs minds and ignites hearts but… Why?
Do you cook evil in men too?
“Eve was playing raining sand with her sister Ses. (Raining sand is a children’s game whereby they throw sand upwards and it drops all over) In one of the throws made by Ses, some sand got into Eve’s ears and she went frying to their mother that Ses had put sand into her ears. This earned Ses some strokes of cane and a strict reprimand.”
As parents, do we do things we would not approve of in similar cases? What do you think?