The Man And The Tree Poem by Luther Agaga

O thee, O thee! How without thee, would the day fare?
What would save me from the hearth of the Universe?
With your ne'er-withdrawn arms, each day, thou show me care,
Decend a bow'r for me; the noontide to pass.
See hoe pretty thou art now, e'en as thou waggles,
And wave the sky as though the happiest one living.
But by Morn, thou sheds tears, like one that struggles,
On the lap of Earth waiting for my tidying.
A blessing and a curse thou art to me.
Shall I then look to each day for noon alone?
Shall the Morn then b'come to me, curst? O ye!
But as these must partake(in a day) , to thee I shan't frown.
What then art thou to me, or I to thou?
Only time knows, but soon shall I, and how.

2. Hearth of the universe: heat of the sun
3. Arms: branches