The Strength
So I sat here under this baobab tree,
Trying to imagine how it gets to live,
Seeing the dry land and suny weather,
Am shocked what makes it grow fruits?
Then I ask myself these questions,
What if am this baobab tree,
Would I grew this big and give out the fruits?
Sadness evaded now my eyes are swelling.
How could it lack its shelter and still grow,
Why did it decided to give monkey breads?
Couldn't it just die and be saved from mystery,
What is the point of its living thing?
Then I hear them calling it A TREE OF LIFE,
Like a story of this sacrificed hero,
They say it gives food, shelter and water,
For animals and true inhabitants to MAN,
They bragged it can store a hundred litres,
The harsh drought condition of its areas,
Gave it the strength of adaptation,
Now see how it can give and still live.
Again I discovered the power of oneself,
When you accept yourself as whole,
The bigger weaknesses that you have,
The higher the strength installed in.
Now tell me what you do with the stones,
Or when the fed you to the wolves,
Am smiling that your eyes are brighter,
Despites all these harshness around,
You are Growing and becoming this mindful person that am proud when I see in these mirrors.
@calme_soulGitah
Copyright © Brigita Kibasa | Year Posted 2019
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