Remember Them Well Poem by Naveed Akram

The twigs resented being called kids,
For to steal from rabbits was a start.
Then they repelled and attracted
Due to laws of nature.
I found a force in the district of the clouds
And trees to remember them well.
I saw a channel of water far too blessed
And divine, like fright and nature of a high sort.
The smell of the stars became a torrent,
To excel and dismay.
One conducted a crime, a little afraid of shells,
That collided with eggs and toast,
Feeding the fear and scares of a higher day and night.
I saw the hotel begin to overshadow and light
The way to the top of this divine world.