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

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Men Of The World

So it came to be   
That we were drenched, born on the 8th day of the week   
Between the 7th and the 1st    


Stood in door ways of no man's land   
Between borders, with no country to call our own   
So it came to be   


So it came to be  
That we shared seats, side by side with the Dalai lama  
We travelled like gypsies, immune to pigeon holes  


With the freedom to roam  so it came to be 
Given keys to cities across the world   
But no place to call our own  


And a thousand souls  radiated, so it came to be 
Came out to stand, in the sun, they made a stand  
But none were found when it began to rain 


And on lonely roads, we walked alone 
Across the seas, on foreign lands 
So it came to be  


So it came to be, this roads are to be like dots on landscape  
Our path in this world, as men of the world  
So few will remember, so it came to be