The summer flower has run to seed
Leaves fall like confetti in autumn
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
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
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 Flickrhttps://www.facebook.com/pages/Wangari-Maathai/106096576088935?ref=ts
