Labouring Tree Awaiting Cut Down Poem by Ifeanyi John Nwokeabia

Tree shines and blooms
Unmoved by the tides of seasons
Hence, dances in the wind
Swims in the rain & sweats under sun.

Generosity makes it feed animals
Spreading its shades on tired souls
Climbing & marching give joy to everyone
Like faces, it's washed by spittles.

Its nakedness is a laughable beauty
Nails are chiselled to its soft body
Until it wails in the pain of a lamb
Its echoing voice becomes a whisper

Labouring tree awaiting cut down
Fixed its helpless eyes on its owner
But a wave of hand greeted it's supplication
All its labours joined the flying dust of harmattan
Life on earth has no protectors but projectors