Natures Tale: The Sun rays


Take a walk in the woods, 

Dive into the envelope of tall tree branches

Admire the tents that Nature erected

Savor the teasing of fresh airs

And watch the sun rays streak through the tree leaves

The canopy hides the shrieks and tweets 

Of birds and rodents 

Creepy amphibians croak out their hearts

The grasses waltzing with the soft air

Once a partridge called out

Deafening the peace the woods knew

The echo resound maliciously

Yet the sun rays can only file in to hear this

Bamboo trees stand guard piercing the sky

With their queer long sticks 

At their foot a nest of rocks lay 

Trickles of water drop quietly

Still beneath the bamboo roots

A family of brown crabs gather

Raising their pincers in funny displays 

As the sun rays streaked through the tree leaves 

Smell of mushroom rent the air breeze 

A busy hive buzz above the branches

And soft voiced birds sing from tree tops

A little further, a fall pushed off water

Casting them into a white pool 

Mother Nature washed her garments

And she sang with all voices of the woods

But the sun rays can only file in to behold her


Evening Storm

Now the wind has come to announce the rains coming, 

Baskets flew up, rooftops shrieked, dogs ran about

And the community waited, for a storm was growing, 

The nights grew darker, pitch like the face of charcoal

At first, the moon had disappeared without trace

The clouds forming a strong ring of bully about him

A strong surge of air pushing into peoples embrace

Tossing dust and fine sand through the floating wind

Dancing in extreme ecstacy to the music which it sang

Calling or conjuring a rain which must fall tonight

Bending the huge Iroko, drawing dread upon the land

And when she was spent, a wave of rain came tumbling down

When there was love

When there was love, I saw the cloud

Clear as crystal, like the sweet spring

Leaping in joyful haste to other lands, 

Oh happy water, hissing away, joyfully

Tumbling off rocks, falling from heights


Now I sit musing over the fast flowing stream

Two things wont ever come back, water and time! 

Bamboo house

You have given us shelter and warmth, 

You have given us memories 

And reasons to smile… 

When sons of men laughed at your appearance then

Those wild boys threw stones and the earth pots broke, 

We hid in you at first afraid but later mocked their fruitless fight, 

But you, you stood bold and proud, letting the stones and words hit you

Sheltering us from the harm which men created in their caste, 

And returning nothing to them, nothing even one brick

And we can say it loud and clear; you taught us well! 

Now we have learnt humility, the need of not being vengeful 

We have learnt the need to be contented, to be satisfied with what we are


You stood proud even at the hungriest rainstorm

You stood tall when the sun rays bite the earth

We are proud of you, dear citadel

And now we see why we are grateful, why we must appreciate you! 

Image by Favor Chijindu Iroegbu

Amuse: The sunset 

Sometimes I do think the sun was angry when she was hot

People hide underneath the tree branches, some throw down mats

And in few minutes they snore out there fatigue without remorse

They blow trumpets, letting their mouths wobble in defeat

Yet I wonder if by chance the suns heat was responsible, 

As her benevolence was misinterpreted as a queer malevolence

But she did her work and as the day will be soon spent

She must take her heat somewhere else but the snorer must snore


Image by my twelve year old brother, Chijindu Favor Iroegbu who just celebrated his birthday yesterday, 18/01/2018. A cheerful year to him, I wish.