The day the sun hid its eyes,
The moon grew taller,
The stars were not sparkling,
The day the earth was without winds,
The hour when all creation sang as a unity,
Where preys were never frightened by their predators,

I saw the hands of the sun cuddling my father,
I saw trees waving good bye to a dead widow
I saw and heard poets reciting poems to a young girl who grew maturely before her birth right,

The day when the sun hid it's face,I saw naked jeans.
The day the winds smelled like pine,
Where fishs bounced on the jolt waves of the sea,
Where stones sang a beautiful hymn to a widow who brewed food from dusbins of rich neighbours,
I saw and heard babies praising God for being close to rich neighbours who deposits extra remains of their spoilt food for them to soften hunger pains.

That day where the soils smelled like rain,
That day when broken glasses generated thousands instrument
The day the wind smelled like ice cream
I went to heaven on a beautiful cloud
That day was the day I died.