The Tree Of Fruits Poem by Bilkisu Umar Muhammad

Words from the mouth
Held, open by the wise
Within the language land
The eyes open to see the structure
The ears hear the sound of nature
The nose spell the perfume of letters
Sentence arranged like parades on drills, body moves from Europe to Africa fully to home of peace
The heart submit for ignorance
Being humble in the land of knowledge, the heart is an iron tree
The crimson in mind disappears
The land of language and the land of harmony.