Scorching sun all over….our souls dehydrated
Only God has a clue…when all we’ll be rejuvenated
Ooh! Was it an evil hand….to see them terminated?
...How we miss your shade, our family tree!
I recall your wide canopy with tearful nostalgia
Witnessing your demise filled us with insomnia
For cool breeze under you had a soothing euphoria
We shared…we laughed with no withering phobia
But who knows its origin, this soul-sucking maniac?
...How we miss your shade, our family tree!
Copyright © 2009 Meshack Sewe
(IN
MEMORY OF OUR LATE DAD WHO PASSED ON WHEN WE WERE STILL YOUNG.)
