IN PERFECTION ( Poem)

 

IN PERFECTION
Poem

Sitting on the porch,

swaying my legs, I 

gaped up to the sky.

The blazing sun was 

already still. The cloud 

sparkling in a snap

weather.


Then came a murmuration of

sterling, warling in 

appreciation, lossing 

it's weight as the wind 

bluster them around 


Then from the East 

came the wind buffing

and advancing to the 

West.


The creator made all 

things perfect, read a

vote from behind.

Then came into my 

face a joyous look, all

things are perfect 

indeed, came a feeling 

in me.


The birds of the air 

plough no farm land yet

they live in gratification.


All thing are in perfect

state...


The grasses in the field 

drinks from no till yet it

thrives.


All things are in perfect 

state...


Man caches no gas yet 

he breathes efficiently.


Indeed all things were 

made perfect.


©Chukwunnabuikem Ugochukwu

    26/11/21

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