As I step out
To awaken the giant
Soaked in its roar sleep
Buried in the midnight rays
With its belly lying flat
on the mountains
With the beating
Of my “shekere”
Sounding rhythmically
In its golden ears
The play of
Silent warmth
My heart gladdens
As it step
Its feet out of bed
To fly its
Winged cloth
In the face of the sky
With its odorous face
Shining brightly
From the east
With its beauty
Spread across the world
It fumes the earth
Set at its feet
With its radiance
Flying across the
Heart of the homes
Of the Little creatures
(Shekere is a musical instrument from west africa consisting of a dried gourd with beads woven into a net covering the gourd- wikipedia)
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