THE DEAD TREE SPEAKS
Then it speaks thus;
If only i found a gardener
Who could water me on time
Treat my leaves to make the ground clean
If only my fruits could feed the whole world
Or meet the lilies of their hearts
If only my branches could keep their relationships
Or my leaves a suit to their taste
Then,
My body wouldn't be lying dead
My leaves wouldn't have laid helpless
My branches wouldn't have gone through
The tortures of the fire's wrath
Even though I have lived my best
To give them oxygen in abundant
Secure a shade for them to rest
And even ease their stomach with my seeds
I would have lived forever
If I could supply them free hotspots
Or give them light uninterrupted
But, i have no power, just oxygen is at my reach
This touches my heart
Now I speak even from my death
It will hurt to see my generation lie here too
Or die of the gift nature(fate) has given us.
©Israel Onoruoiza
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