Broken Branches
A tree stood strong, fruity and healthy
on fertile soils of a volcanic landscape
a fairy forest ranger nurtured it on honey
and mulched it with jam and ice-cream
three beautiful fragile branches developed
but forest ranger was happy, self-conceited
birds and bats enjoyed its products in joy
an ornamental gift it was for the hills
then came blinding rains and storms
the first branch broke and rocked by thread
forest ranger hired bats as expert doctors
ones that see things creatively upside-down
to the stem they tied firm and secure
another storm came shortly yelling horror
the second branch resisted but gave way soon
again the wise bats fastened it to the stem
and the last branch suffered equal damages
but the broken branches began to dry
The birds thought bats did shoddy work
Led by Owl as keen and experienced doctor
antibiotics injections, drips were given
but the three branches became anemic, died
squirrel so amused shouted from a distant hill;
“Why waste resources on broken branches?
What if the dying old tree is lumbered, and
new seeds planted to grow new generation?”
Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2017
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