Swallow The Sun Poem by Oladoyin Micheal

All I think is how to fly
Breaking the nest, setting 'em free
All sending 'em from being fried
Through the pain of thunderous flies.

5 Tick-tock the clock climes
Sun rises, it sets
Just like a pressed string on fret.
Behold! Time flies.

Swallow the Sun, use it up
10 For to you belongs the wine in the cup
Man's stay on earth is but short
For death will greet both tall and short.

Out there lies swam of bees
A host of no tangible notion;
15 Notion to build, notion to save
They're but a bit of your paid fees.