Born

Born The sun rises in the east Knowing that isn’t a feat Though it comes with a lot of heat Yet better than to have the rains beat Early on that Thursday morn An eastern star was born When market women their wares had borne - Baskets laden with yam and corn Ah it’s a fairy-skinned baby girl! A sure sign that life will be swirl An intricate weave, a Gordian burl Nothing left to chance, nay, not a sprawl There you are an emerging legend A curious mind, very hard to bend Globetrotting, to rapt attention lend To God’s world whose wonders have no end