When tired leaves fall

They pray to escape the winds

To escape its taunts


They need their quiet rest

Under the tree they have served

To decompose there


They don’t need to be

Whisked by an unknown wind to

Unfamiliar lands


Let me be lucky

To fall so quietly without

Heeding to wind’s call


Familiar soils have

Familiar termites which  are

Gentle with their own


This is a prayer

Wish for future. Let winds swing

Me now than later

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

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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