Cornucopia
I have seen these hills bend and bounce,
whispering to the trees in earthly languages;
the sun kissing the temple of the Olota hills,
spirits foraging for ancient footprints.
I have been air,
romancing the air,
paying homage.
When time takes a turn,
there is abundance,
darkness melts away;
the cock crows, the farmer marries the dawn, and faces a rich paradise.
Let me in on a tune,
to slither my waist to wistful rhythms.
I have seen Olosunta, Ikogosi, Oke Erio, and the deep caravans of Imesi.
Let me in on a tune,
as I proceed with this adventure.
Written by Fortune Omosola
