Whispers of the air
Please be fair
Light of the sun
Blindness of the dark
Ease some fear in front and at the back
Be gentle on man
Fury of the cloud
Don’t be too proud
Speed of the rain
Please be sane
Lightening of thunder
Don’t make us harshly wander
So everything will be normal
And every breath can be formal
To those who deserve formalities.
You go overboard and all become abnormal
You cast your fury and your subjects, like puppets gone nuts, rebel
You are the masters of the earth
Don’t abuse us
Charge to take when need be, and not for fun
Sometimes your antics are just for fun
Not cool, being the words in the book of human pun.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia ©2014.