Under The Big Mango Tree Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

A little prayer is needed to be said on my uplifting;
And, through the struggles of my life!
From the hustle and bustle of my life in Africa.
The muse of life!
With hopes and dreams;
Trying to make ends meet with the muse of Africa.
Agree, free, tree, referee, degree!
With the rays of the sun during the day to touch my heart;
Living with hope without stepping back on my dreams.
The muse of love!
With the reality of the grief of life;
And, of the experiences to go through.
The muse of life!
With sickness, disaapointments and grief;
Trying very hard to succeed.
The muse of love!
Under the big mango tree to rest my mind;
As i laid down in my compound.
The muse of life!
Through the shape of things and, through the shapes of love;
Hoping for the roses of love to touch my heart.
The muse of life!
A person without a kindred is like a tree without roots;
But, life at times to me was like,
Weeping virgins in the forest of darkness.
The muse of life!
With hopes and dreams;
And, with the spirit of the rainforest of Africa to guide me on.