Just Watching

Mild was that seed that rooted into a rich soil Rain and sun mixed for seed to become tree Branches grew green and fruit wasn’t to spoil Environment for ages was there just to see Mature fruit fell off to give younger plantlets Sprouts lived cold and heat to attract enemies Harvest matured for man to hook in triplets Innocent tree just watched for centuries Tree watched and bore wounds to become cicatrices Children, animals and birds envied the bearings of tree Soil, tree, garden and forest hurt they were to matrixes Powerless for change, they watched for lack of fee Poem by Mugisho N Theophile