Blood, Sweat And Tears Poem by Saviour Otubelu

The tree stood tall
Like a giant
Never to fall

Only its sight
Filled my frail soul
With acute fright

My hands trembled
On the wood axe
And I stumbled

I had no choice
But to give up
Then came a voice

And strength returned
To my weak arms
Which were sunburned

I struck so hard
Yet the tree stood
Firm and unmarred

I struck harder
But my tale was
Only sadder

In great dismay
I turned my back
To walk away

The voice again
I picked the axe
I felt the strain

The voice's stance
My axe started
To gain entrance

The tree began
To tremble like
A frightened man

My stubborn axe
Melted the tree
Like candle wax

There was a thump
Nothing remained
But the tree's stump

*Moral: Face your challenges, do not give up. You'll overcome