African celebration poem

The sweetness of the morning gives me reason to give glory,

times that are so sweet;clouds are cloudy and love that is raining,

We start with praying to God as the first thing,

happiness overshadow the mind,
no time for loneliness.

Everybody is chatting;for the celebration is growing,flowing down like spring water from a small hill.

Women in the kitchen cooking with intimacy,as the food chanting" cook me",

guys with friends in a round gathering drinking,old friends troupe in for the first time with feelings,

Oh tears of joy dripping what a great feast;but remember its God's mercy.

We eat together in a round tray laughing with smiling faces,

eating food with one test,its sure a day to remember.

Back in the kitchen young girls and women singing,

with their mouth busy working and chewing fried meat,

my heart feel with great things;looking at everybody,i find out life is so sweet;for every moment is worth celebrating,Merry christmas friends
Poem by osazing