Show me the sun

And I will show you the moon—

Show me the path of life

And I will steer you past death.

I see the rivers ripple

As her children cut through the waters.

I see the trees shake their hips

As the animals roar and hunt.

The sun hovers in the sky

And I wish to paint her wings of light,

And when the sun's smile

Become too bright for my eyes,

The moon will come and cover me

Under the shadow of his wings.

Show me the beauty of this life,

And I will craft imageries of the beyond.

Show me the making of stories untold

That I may pen them down for you.

© Okunola Peace.