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.

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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