God go pour wota put for di seed wey una plant and di groun go produce plenty food for una. For dat time, una animals go chop betta green grass for field.
I go let grass grow for evriwhere and I nor go trim di vine or use hoe dig di groun again, instead, I go let dirty kover am and rain nor go ever fall put again.”
I sey, ‘Make una plant raitiousness for unasef, den una go harvest love wey nor dey end. Make una klear new groun for unasef, bikos dis na di time to turn kom meet mi, so dat I go save una.’
Make wetin I dey tish una, fall on-top una like rain; make wetin I dey tok bi like dew for morning. Make my words fall like rain on-top grass and make e bi like shawa on-top plant wey just dey grow.
Dis two men get di pawa to klose di sky, so dat rain nor go fall as dem dey profesai. Dem still get di pawa to turn wota to blood and to kause bad tins to happen for di eart.