When Nature Sea Caresses

 Poem by; Tamunobarabi Gogo Ibulubo

Each time we walk.

Each time we swim.

Each time we sit down.

At the sea side,

we see the breeze blows cool.

 We feel the ocean.

 

Not in the cup that we hold in our hands.

 Not in the cans of zobo redish drinks,

that we sip with great comfort.

Our eyes stay on the ripples we see

That turn over and over.

In the folded water of waves.

 

That approaches us at the shore

Reflecting the skylines.

In glitters of the crystal balls,

To makes the silver surface,

Of water that rolls in the open river spaces.

As we see it so clearly.

 

As peering sky that eat not up

the moist we feel and the soul's comfort,

 in the resurgence of a strolling nature,

 to attend all that abide