All I See Poem by Sandra Chioma Nkamigbo

All this fronds, slit down its axis
The fallen trees, the bet grasses
The white birds on them
They are all I see

The little shabby tent made of wood
The old tyres beside it
Oh wait, that's a swing
They are all I see

Little bous running over grasses
Some on the swing, without shoes
Ouch, and one just fell...
They are all I see

There's the cloud, with its funny shapes again
The sun, too bad I can't look too close
My pretty fingers around this pen, this book
They are all I see