Sun plant and friut

Sunlight, daylight follows 

Photosyntheses to have plant manufacture 

 Green-leaves and fruit on trees 

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

Image by Global Crop Diversity Trust via Flickr

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Wangari-Maathai/106096576088935?ref=ts

The Sun Flower Worhsip

The mystery of the sunflower   
Lay bare, like a prophet with calling    
What we take for granted  


And I do worship the sun  
Believe me, I do, Stonehenge stands as altar  
The sun flower tells me to  


The colour of the sky tells me to    
The trees, the birds, in the forest  
And the weather systems tells me to  


And the seasons sing in praise    
Winter tells me to      
Beach benches tells me to    


Believe me I do worship the sun   
Like daffodils, bright in fields  
Spring tells me to, life tells me to  


I do worship the sun
I am a sun worshipper 
The sun flower worship