My Season Poem by Meyene Cletus

Dews of diamond falling,
love pine whispering.
Greenish leaves waving,
gentle breeze ripples the pond.
Morning sun showering the kids with vitamin,
Elixir of beauty splashing,
yet! , am unripe,
But its my season!

Seasoning myself yet the aroma goes no where.
Friends and love ones spreading their scent around town.
Surviving header to gain more nutrients am suffering.
With a frail soft voice,
'am still unripe',
But its my season! .

Stones and Peebles floating like plane,
Looking up and down, left and right, blood of friends splashing like wine.
Watching love ones slaughtered for being ripe.
Tightening my eyes with great phobia,
I still live cause am unripe,
'What a scary season! '.

My veins secreting heavily, my skin changes rapidly.
Starring up the isle am the last on the globe.
As flashy as the sun, my patient transform my pigment.
With joyful tears I cried out,
"am ripe",
For it is my season! .