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Wednesday, 28 September 2011

In Tree's Chatter

The summer flower has run to seed 
Leaves fall like confetti in autumn 
Ceremonial in procession 
They blanket the grounds, that lay covered 

Long gone the winds, that blew breeze  
That made tree branches dance and 
Sing with joy in summer  

Cherished trees have lost their boldness 
Naked they walk in winter, in harmattan 
Like a Buddhist test of faith, on courage 

The circles of time they hold within 
Tells stories, guaranteed of battles fought   
With Seasons of  time voyage past 

She rather the pain of endeavor
Than pity of sorrow, nausea  
So she bleeds silently within  

Spring will affirm, what believers hold 
If trees make it, that far in seasons 
Watch, like magic the shooting stars of new  

With shots of green leaves and branches bold  
If we make it that far, on the green belt movement 
Before the chainsaw man appears with glum

If we make it that far to spring
The summer flower has run to seed 
A reincarnation is awaited in spring  

In memory of Wangari Maathai
Wangari Maathai 1940-2011Image by Global Crop Diversity Trust via Flickr

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  1. A very fitting and lovely tribute to a very fine and very caring woman.

  2. Keep on writing with a "purpose". This is the power behind your pen. Wonderful!!!

  3. Beautiful piece, full of life and energy!

  4. this is so beautiful, well done.

  5. Dear Kodjo

    A beautiful message in the end to which I agree too... i liked your take on the Buddhist...
    'Trees lose their boldness
    Naked they walk in winter
    Like a Buddhist test of faith, on courage '

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya

  6. this is very powerful ->

    Than pity of sorrow, "nausea"
    So she bleeds silent within

  7. Big boys don't cry, Some men show their emotions, pass the tissues please!


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