THIS SHEDDING TREE

We are leaves

Because I know the world is a gigantic tree

No wonder it is free

To live for long

Watching as leaves come and go

Without raising a hand to catch any’s fall

And if any of us fall on its branch,

It does nothing to seize rotting.

To think we beautify it at a point!

But do I blame it?

It has many coming in after us

So I’d dance with the wind

Bath with the rains

Roar with thunder

The same things which may cause my fall

And when it’s time,

I’ll gladly take the lead as they usher me to a fall

Friends and foes they are

Tags Death, Life, POETRY.

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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