To whom the sky gives praise,

let my eyes prostrate before

this eminence my heart has found,

one who,

makes me king,

I sit on the throne

of the milky way,

darkness parts,

and I sparkle far whiter

than purity

My mist was midgety,

but she came,

and I beheld glamour,

she held me tight,

and the lullaby of her arms,

made me tall,

till the galaxies became my footstool

My heart says this,

on the radio of revelation,

because it has known a truth,

that can never be hidden,

its laughter rose to mighty superciliousness

and my mind,

succumb to the wonder

of your name,

your magnificence

and the peace you blessed me with.

                                          By Kakraba Afful