And though I write these saddened words
On the white sheets of forest abhorition
Owing their malice to both industrial
And to aboriginal organisations of destruction
My heart bleeds with every stroke of axe
and every growling chain-saw making contact
The sap oozing clear as day or moonlight May
I too, am that tall tree.
And my roots lie firmly in the sky
feeding me the strength to live
showing me worlds from long ago
Telling me that I must believe
For everyday my branches are cut
And everyday my leaves fall down
Everyday that comes to light
gives me reasons for a frown
But my eyes tell me to wonder
far beyond the world I know
And as the sun sets on september
I see the smiles from long ago
Phalo planted trees
yes Phalo planted a tree
Phalo planted three trees
Yes; one of those was me
Great shot my brother, your poem touch me. Most Some of people have gone to that feeling but never showd, to me thats perfect personification. Good luck on your next one.
I get hurt as I read cause it reminds me of how I'm feeling right now. it is as though evryone is stepping on me without even noticing. like an ant or a little crawling insect thats how I feel. very small. so as I read this beautiful thats heart pouring I wonder and yet again I smile as our ALMIGHTY is forever on our side never will let us fall. so we must Believe and Trust in HIM at all times.
you're a tree, Nkululeko, a vine; you're not cut, you're being PRUNED, to yield buxom grapes of mirthful wine in your tomorrows of glorious Octoberfests.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a very nice poem. I enjoyed it. Larry