Poetic Thought: That Supreme Being

By Uthman Akinbola [02/12/12]

A slow revolving motion 

Sets the changing face 

of the season 

Sometimes not 

And sometimes pleasing 

Oh heavenly showers! 

Thus upon the lea 

descends our dear rain 

And then from soil 

Comes out grain 

So, here is the 

Quickened roll 

of a happy stream 

As against its hush flow 

When in its dry season dream 

These, made by who? 

None but 

That 

Supreme Being 

See the 

Laid grassland 

and flowers 

Brought to bloom 

In this period of showers 

Artful delicacies to the eyes 

These jewels 

of the field 

Their lost bounties 

Having been refilled 

This scenery is perfected by who? 

None but 

That 

Supreme Being 

This heaven set 

Symphony 

of the sea breeze 

In my ear 

'Whizzzzz' 

As it tonefully 

Rushes here 

hitting me so chill 

Even in my armour 

Of steel 

This breeze 

Soothing 

and fresh 

Blowing up slight dust 

From which comes my flesh 

Made by who? 

None but 

That 

Supreme Being