The Beauty In Sadness

THE BEAUTY IN SADNESS. As the leafs still Look Damp, I prepare for my yam Farm. Who must have sold Harm? I meet this dying lamb, In midst of the confused Clan. He shed tears and beg, Kindly help my bleeding Legs I was shocked and almost Fell, This lamb can tell, He would bleed to death, The lamb is under my care, I speck from the near by Well, I searched for buckets That’s how I found myself Here . That lamb needs care, I can tell his going through Hell, Let me search for herbs to Cure the ailment, While you retrace your steps And come out of the well. AKEWUSOLA HABIB.