You come down slowly - land
Butiranmu be small and too large
Your voice is so loud ear pervasive
Sometimes you are a human friend
Friends in times of sorrow, a friend in times like
Permatamu can refresh crops
But bisamu to stir the world
At greedy humans on forests
Forest made bald,
like a bald-headed Mr. Ogah
When it come down as you please
and know the taste of human time
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