Bread Fruits

As I watched some bread fruits fall, I thought of friends answering heaven's call: Like flowering plants were the youth and rigidity- Of these gems full with virility. But in the sudden wake of a season Appeared the ghoul to lead one into death's prison. I bemoan the day of such sad news That sealed the mouth and tied the tongue of my muse, Blinding all senses without no reason With percolated thoughts of the past and near seasons Stirring the head with the winds of memorable years Most, I will forever remember with falling tears. Forlorn dreams, faded with the dark clouds Before the thundering grew so loud A cold easterly already spreads her wings Whistling sober tunes as she flies and sings A valedictory song to all Within gaze, as bread fruits fall.