Signs

Birds parade the sky with elegant flights,

symbols of freedom and a healing to the crippled heart.

The sprouting flower, a teacher of endurance,

survives the pounce of the sun and the stroke of rain,

yet dances to the cadence of the breeze.

The rainbow, nature’s radiant arc,

adorns the heavens with a symphony of hues

that draws gazes into silent reverie.

Rainfall in thumping torrents

resuscitates the sleeping hedges and the dead trees,

washing away the stinking dust of pain.

The unruffled air, the tender being,

flickers out sweet aura that herds

a dangling soul back to life.

The twilight sun, the day’s final twinkle,

that brushes the sky with a yellow hue,

spreading hope to the hopeless.

Night, the blooming darkness,

bestows repose to troubled souls

and wraps the earth in hush.

Dawn, the herald of a new day,

rides in from the east with luminous hands

that chase out the dark.

And each sings the ethereal Glory of Ar-Rabb.

Aderibigbe Hikmah