Celestial Perfection: Poem by Ohikhuare Isuku

If you look at the earth
and the whole possessions
she prides on her brows -
the sun, the stars, the moon,
the evergreen plains, valleys
and the verdant hills rising
unto the mercuric clouds -
you would notice that in totality,
they reflect how beauteous you are.

The sun captures your brightness;
the moon, your soothing calmness;
the stars are the flickers of light
you pile on your crown...

Then,
the evergreen plains,
the awesome valleys
and the bluish sky and oceans
speak of the freshness
which kisses your skin,
while the high-rising hills
model your welcoming pride.

Thus, because through your reflections,
through your awesome attributes,
the earth came to be,
you are not of earthly beauty,
but of celestial perfection.