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...
Copyright © Hakim Fuhad Mansaray | Year Posted 2024
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