Jacques Sprenkie Mateya (September / Dennilton)

Big tree by the road side in Ntwane
In the morning the shadow lean on the road
Under it! It clenches calm breeze.

Its shadow is quite and silent like lasagna
Covering the other half of the roadway.
Separating the road with different paintings.
And my body was shaded with dark mark.
As I pass through it

The brownish stem
Branches caving towards me on the road
With green and small leaves
Dropping over me.
Mildly falling on my head
Like a snow falling to the ground

The shadow sheltered me from the sun and sky
Shielding me as if I was a 'King' deserving praises
And laying a brown carpet for me to walk on

big tree hanging in the road side
Road that is less travelled in the morning
It praises every pedestrian who pass through it in the morning