'm a dome sheltring the core of every care,I'm the sunful sky from which earth derives it grain & green.I'm the gentle stream gliding songfully through valleys of rifting silience.I'm the omi iye quikening wombs of desert roots.I'm the silkcotton tree robing forest top in fancy fabrics.I'm hemless loom 4 d harmattan loins of a windy world.The house of honey sweet every hour from wall 2 wall.a live of mellow blends suffering no room 4 d bitter tongue.A bouquet of smile speading from lip to lip.PLS GOD LET ME BE.