VINCENT OYET

In fields where blossoms dance with weeds untamed,
The fairest flowers rarely remain.
For when the farmer comes with blade and hoe,
He digs the thorns and burns the trash away
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Sometimes the beauty and sweetness of a mango can fill it with such power and arrogance, that it begins to think it's greater than the very tree that bore it.
so the mother tree humbles it.

The mother tree in its quiet strength,
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Life is tough, You know
It meets every soul Differently
And so every soul treats it Differently
No matter the class they're in
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I'm not heaven.
I won't be the person you painted in your mind of me.

Neither am I God,
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Before a flower falls to the ground,
it is admired, inhaled, and passed from hand to hand.
It spends its whole life being a gift.
That's what we humans are.
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