When turtles swim into the shore

Hoping to see the ones before

Little do they know what waits in store

If only they knew seas have no law


When baby eagles wait in bore

Hoping to be the flyers at the fore

Showing mothers they can take the tour

Little do they know about falls in store


Like the dogs who snoop to know

Like the ants who look to find

Like the lioness who patiently wait to pounce

All livers need to choose a pace to thread

For in the end, we are dependant on earth

We either feed or perish

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

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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