Gather Poem by Alexander Keli Mutua

Of thoughts and emotions under the tree that measure the leisure upon the break-time. Listening with keen to the English flow out of the natives who speak in passion. Awhile a word or two to outflow take years to catch a phrase upon dialogue. Giggling and laughing upon the end of a sentence that an understand is only known to mine soul. Sighting the lads that add a captivate and capture into the depths of life that awe the soul. Seeking insight from their utter delay and lay the mutter.