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
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