The Amputated Tree Poem by Ibrahim Bashir Onakpa

Nature is real,
Its beauty is sealed.

Thou, the mightier got a root,
With the amputee, it shared its fruits.

Worry not that you have no stem, Nature bound us, so you won't fall to shame.

Feed from my strength,
So you can grow and stretch in length.

Feel like other rooted trees,
Enjoy my shed under a cool breeze.

For nature never lies,
The root I got is not mine

By nature, I only got favored,
With your inability, I won't leave you to labor.

Hold me tight and grow back all you've lost, For we are one and later we shall become dust.