When forest captives cry, who hears?
There was a tree in the forest which was tied
By an old scary rope which was backed by sky
A terrible anger
Seeped through it
It called for freedom
But was not heard
Its stem was big
Its leaves, enough
It shook in littles
And shook in raging
Although afraid for its
Life because of winds
It fought until tsunamis
Bowed as the rope tore to pieces
And rustled that persistence pays
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
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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2 replies on “THE GREAT TREE”
This has been my guiding intention, a set p at a time, not run at your fullest speed, I believe this what you are saying or how I am interrupting, for the turtle will finish the race,I love this piece
Many blessings Cecilia and most of all peace
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The turtle will finish with persistence. Exactly what I meant. Thanks dear Sheldon.
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