DAILY SHIFT.

When the dark cloud dies out
The sky gives birth to a bright one 
It then gives birth to its dews
Frosty day comes alive again
Mild moment resumes its shift again
Cold breeze cut throw skins
Breeze of goosebumps creator
Insiders mold themselves with blankets
Outsiders clamp their bodies together
Even pocketing their hands
The new day is awake
Performing its godly duty
Exercising its daily shift.

— Lawal Abdulhamid .A.