As the sun rides stately,
On the back of the clouds,
The wind drifts it far,
And it rests and perches in the sky,
High above the reach
Within the grasp of the One in all.
The horizon compliments its environment.
It dims it light.
Plays of light can be precariously perceived.
Finally, the sun closes its eyes......
.......And sleeps in the east.
By Oluwatobi Dipe