Museum of Wooden People

The branching trees stand proud in the evergreen forest On the verdant canopy clouds come from the sky to rest. After the dust is washed by the night rains of monsoon Moist leaves get luster from the morning sunrays soon. Like forest humanity flourished in clustered population Vibrantly nurturing the ethos of its assorted civilization. People prospered sharing the earth’s common resources Developed kinship and trust as parts of survival process. If the rains don’t come for some years as they should The forest soil dries, and the trees soon become wood. Hit so hard by the current of trying times people are busy To find means to merely survive for life is no longer easy. Ground of humane feeling called kindness is drying up fast The moisture of empathy in desiccated hearts doesn’t last. Life has turned now into stagnant river, it doesn’t flow free In the ravaged forest people turn rootless defoliated trees. In my long journey across life’s landscape where I’ve grown I find time has carved out new contours on the faces known. In maelstrom of turbulent times emotions sink, don’t ripple Within abyss humanity makes a museum of wooden people. July 27, 2021 Contrst : An Interesting Couplet Sponsor : Funom Makama