The Human Tree Poem by Abiodun Lawal

I have no prize
inferior and little in size
they call me a seed
cos I look like a bead

I was dipped into the earth
To dwell with darkness and death
when shall I be free
Will I ever become a tree?

My days are numbered
But my hope never blundered
The heat reached its peak
But my heart continued to speak

Verily Verily, I shall grow
Completely free from below
My arms shall stretch wide
And my fruits shall be my pride

I have no prize
But I shall become priceless

Inferior and little in size
But sooner, I shall see the skies

They call me a seed
But never shall I recede