THE BACKYARD TRANCE
“THE BACKYARD TRANCE”
Facing the world like a judge;
A judge in his own case,
And one which ended with a phrase,
‘Guilty’ my lord.
For aeon of its destruction,
Which for long, cost it its beauty,
And its ancestral history said in misery.
Will I ever get an absolution?
Absolution from the air,
And from the breeze the trees give unpaid
But with decapitation, I repaid the Acacia.
Absolution from the beauty I trampled on in recur.
Will I ever be forgiven?
Oh! Please answer me Mother Nature
Copyright © Adeyela Adeyemi | Year Posted 2014