THE CRUELTY OF TIME

Oh, how cruel time can be! Shattering hopes and killing beauty. Slowly it steals moments, leaving everything bare Time, a relentless force, beyond compare. Here lies a victim of time's cruelty, the ruins of the cotton tree Once a symbol of resilience, a beacon of the free Now a reminder of nature’s vulnerability. It withstood tsunamis over the years Yet a mere breeze brought it to tears. Time robs us of the things we love, Leaving empty spaces in the skies above. Its callous hands never rest Leaving scars upon each beating chest. The beauty of Freetown, green all year round Gasping for breath as its life was unbound. Freetowneans gather to the weeping sound As on May 24th, the mighty tree was felled to the ground. We'll seize the moments, stand with pride For in the end, when all is said and done Time's cruelty fades, and life's victories are won. A new tree is just being born...