The Fallen Poem by Lungelo S. Mbuyazi

Like a cute young tree
Bees invaded my kraal;
Hid under my leaves,
During scorching days
Of my youthful life,
Set & before leave
Took one or two fruits

Ah! Those days flee

Young or old all were level
Everyday' ld pass through my
Consolin' gigantic branches
From home-to-work and reverse
Rested before leave & took a fruit
Some even until the day matures

Ah! Those days flee

All sorts ran to find refuge
During stormy and thunder days
From home-to-work and reverse
Jumped into my gigantic branches
Rested & before leave took a fruit
Some even until night dies

Ah! Those days all but flee

Oh! No tree can
Wither with its peel!
Now that I'm matured
I will soon fade away
Like a dirty cloud
When my organ retires
But the grave does not
Contain all I've been