Cut The Tree Poem by Job Ombati
Cut The Tree
She contemplated
long and deep:
Cut the tree
and clear the leaf mess—
or not.
The verdict:
Cut the tree.
But that was deep—
in the folds of the heart,
on the face
was something else.
But wait...
What was the problem
in the first place?
The tree—
or the leaves?
Or both?
Or...
What to do
once the tree was cut!
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