My Day

What a bright does the day When her lantern lights and laughs I ruminate your replica But I’d say you are who you are Bright as just the day What a father does the day For impregnates the night For his lantern reflects For a new day to be birthed For God’s creature to abide In the morn At noon In the evenin What a mama does the day For births days in day For creature to breed and occupy In the morn At noon In the evenin I ponder your similitude I’d say you are the good For you conceive each day And born the day When a night sinks the day And the day rest for the day And creature goes to rest Eyes shut, What next? A new day is birthed in land of the lord For just a day is life in world O! Creator On my knee I pose This is my morning Innocent of the day Energy is no doubted On the ladder of needs What a sweet is life When a goal is acquired I am a bird Powerless to flutter High above the ladder With weary wings I am a horse Having marathons to run, not jog Yet lesson legs O! Reviver Comes to my means Strengthens my wings Strengthens my legs Against my noon For in the noon Muscle dwindle For a run on the ladder of goal Makes my an eagle Revives my feathers Want to fly beyond the ladder Makes me Achillie Tang Want to have a smooth swim In this sea if life Makes me an air, unseen Want to dance in this lively life Without a halt With less effort Against my evening For in evening Weary and crackled bone As leaves kissed by the sun And no more run to run But my labour I shall reap As famer reaps the crop And I await the day to sink And when the day sink And closed are my eyes Though darkness A new day is birthed in a land of white Where dwellers dress in white And I shall honoured With angels ballad Achillie Tang is a fish.