On An Alive Tree

On an alive tree, leaves are fit Fit for its sap is well running Running to nurse its branches and leaves On an alive tree, leaves breathe and dance well Well! The wind wobbles them but cannot fall down Down they panic to sit boringly at the foot of the tree On an alive tree, leaves’ life is in abundance Abundance, however, does not bring joy Joy pests, hard sun and hail can threaten On an alive tree, some leaves are yellowishing Yellowishing in the evening and end up falling Falling while birds are singing goodbye to the day On an alive tree, some leaves think they will never dwindle Dwindle and dry off as they’ve matured Matured, we weaken in dry season Such is a person in abundance Laughing at poor individuals, forgetting that You and I are born to face challenges, suffer and die Poem by Dr Ndabuli Mugisho