Nature

When the sun wakes up every morning, it smiles a really similar smile to the one you excel at me whenever you see me: ever bright and new.

And like the sun, we would go for a beautiful work from the east of jos and rest in the west, hand in hand, cheek to cheek.

We will smile at the clouds and delightful birds within the sky. We will smile at the hills of utan and shere.

And when the sun starts to bid farewell at dusk; it's smile will be just like the smile and goodnight kisses you blow at me every evening.

When I see the sun: high or low, bright or dim, yellow or purple..... all I see is you.