A Tree Fell
(This poem is dedicated to the late Nobel Laureate Chinua Achebe.
Your works will always stir our thoughts with reason and entertainment. R.I.P)
A Tree Fell
A very mighty tree fell,
its falling becoming audible
across Mama Africa;everyone
in Africa is mourning its fall
The branches that supported
the nests brooding African
identity are on the ground....
Since time cannot be reversed
to make the tree to pierce
the clouds once more,
another tree will have to stand
in its place
To find the tree, we have to water
our seedlings with knowledge
and inspiration
Our minds, the seedlings,
determine the time a future
incarnate of the fallen tree
will arise in its place;
piercing through the clouds
of ordinary imaginations, to the skies
of limitless and flawless imaginations
By: Teddy Kimathi
Date of Publication: 06/14/2014
Contest Name: Any Poem That Received Honorable Mention
Contest Sponsor: Broken Wings
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2014
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