Lord Addo-Yobo Poet Rhyme

Life of the Spirited Tree

I sit in the dry desert longing for the rains,
But yet the sky fails to fall on my gains,
A dust wind blows,flinging the seeds borne of my pains,
All's all lost,I resolve to live in my stains,

But in the beyond  an old tree persists,
The harsh winds whip  it but  survive it insists,
Dry is the soil,loosing its savor and taste,
But yet it roots go deep in search of life's list,

Amidst the harsh sandstorm,new leaves still  sprout,
Defying harsh conditions, as its fears it thrashes out,
To its maker, its petition's hope ,shouts,
Striving on humanity's account,

As with the life of this tree I would rise,
For negative  odds, I pledge to despise,
I will forge on,despite challenges size,
For on the long life of this tree would I ride,

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Debbie Guzzi July 17, 2009 at 4:51 AM A bit more work on meter would help this verse alot and is easily done. Line 3 is too long ..actually a 10 slyable line would work for you. Check your soup mail! Light & Love