TRACES OF HUE

We were destiny bound zooming sky high in a human bird;
The brain child advised all to remain glued to our seat-bed.
He ignited speed and propelled the sky bird afloat.
And then I reclined backwards to admire the sky boat:
From a distance I could see boxes of human habitats.
As we go far off the landscape we became far off the huts.

Suddenly I could see the beauty of God’s dexterity;
Sprawling across the skyline is cloudy complexity
Yet in their formation and gait is gallant simplicity
Oh, what a splendor to behold to mortals in tranquility
Devoid of noisy pollutants and our stupid superiority
Which, at this altitude, can be discerned as mare inferiority:

There is no place on earth where you can feel similar magical wand
Even though afloat you can feel the power of His mystical Hand
Oh, what a beauty to see clouds beneath you; around you and above you
Oh, what a beauty to inhale the freshness of this clime with the traces of hue
Oh, what a wake-up call when the clouds jolts your bird in its wake
Rushing through the blindness of the dark clouds can only be for destiny sake.

In this scary scenario only but after the jolts are over that we heaved relief
But when thunder and lightning goes on we all had to resort to our belief
At last we escaped the angry cloudy mixed grill
We just must remembered that no destiny unfolds without a drill
From a long distance we could see green lands and sleepy hills
Beaming with smiles we know destiny has paid her dear bills.

With nostalgia I recall the wonders of the magical hues
Just like a landscape awaiting the input of hungry hoes
But traces of hue is abound even here on ground
For all mortals are undoubtedly destiny bound.

Ali Baba Yakubu
18th March 2009