While We're Here. Poem by Alexander Kwakye

The sunshine brought its merriments
Time to prepare hay and be gay
Work in warm fuzzies
Hoping that these moments lasted a lifetime
But life itself is too varied to live in a moment forever
The rise has to give way for the fall.

Dried leaves falling,
Comprising the raw material for the manure.
There's no fertile earth any more
The trees give no shades any further
Too much warmth turnt into heat
The wind blow and take away the warmth
Substituting with cold.

Winter is here
The waters are congealed; concealed fid
Cold feet
Hands need to till still
The potters field is filled
Even the flushful are in scarlets
To sepulchre their beloved
The weather withered them like a sunned flamboyant
Yet there's a spring which follow the fall

The dried bones have risen
Reincarnated into new life
The earth has given way for germination of the dead
A fresh beginning to end the searing withering
The flowers bloom; skies glow
Eyes rubbernecked into the clouds
In wait for the next sunshine.