At The Rise Of Man Poem by muhammed olarewaju abdulraheem

At the rise of the sun
in the beginning of the harmattan
i rise with hope
and great happiness to show
for inside me it roar
in a short span and low
causing gingering and cold
oh! i felt sold to happiness

the early morning bring me merry
the skylark sing beside me
on the tree i sat in the earliest morning
looking at the free world of nature
nonchalant attitude of the singing bird
at first i thought
man as been curse
with restlessness and hungriness
for the nature is fill with satisfaction
in a cycling man, relate the bird and the tree

plant and man are on a flow chart
each revolving each day
but man seek dynamism
for their view is bound to change
and they create style to separate man
even if man enjoy nature
it will explore for more enjoyment
which lead to man restlessness
with affection on the humanity
and it flow like life cycle
until we meet our doom
and our next dairy is blank