A floor above

I am the ground that holds the sun
Though it scorching feet ‘neath be hot
I’m the grave where stars shot with gun
Lay their souls to shine on the plot

When i quake
I swallow up
The sun and its brightness
Split the moon
Into tiny stars
I pour my wrath on all

I’m the battle field for birds who fought
The wars of heavens, all did win.
The garden for their wings and green
And their refuge when foes sought
I am
The solid ground
That holds oceans
I am
The floor
That stays on high

Abu’m Eluigwe
Na n’abata ihe niile

Tochi