The first, a bold cloud,
Appeared in the sky.
It smiled wide,
On the heads of the crowd.
Until it's departure,
It was strongly adored.
The second, the ravishing sun,
On my face it shone,
Very early in the morn,
Striking me to the bones.
Such magic in the morning,
Unusual unerring vitamin!
The third, the heaven's smile,
On the earth, opening it's heart.
It made fusion of lightening,
Continuously signalling,
It's tears of joy. Birth
of it's pour on earth.
The fourth, a cold weather,
Very obvious, seen yonder.
The sky turned dark,
Visions, apparently black.
And the clouds walked,
Disengaging people from work.
The fifth, you!
Coming wonderfully out of the blue,
Oh you nemesis of the moon!
Even the rainbow must envy,
Shy to appear as you advance gracefully,
Emanating wonders ceaselessly.
Happy Birthday Mrs Ilori
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