A FALLING LEAF
By Emmanuel Manjolo-(Lustre.RT)-Malawi
I don't know if I am dreaming or if this is real
My life under a tree of life is good in a veiled secret
I enjoy tramping on dry leaves, listening to the shih sound produced
As we drive beneath summer, the level of joy is unimaginable
Many leaves fall on the ground, one by one from the sky
They are detached and immediately forget where they are coming from
Leaving elders and youths in rivers of tears flooding down their cheeks
Repeatedly we cry as another one has fallen again
Striking the families with memories that are not easily disappear.
The grandpa has tuned the radio under the tree
Listening to the meaning of the falling leaf from the sky
The falling that can never be replaced to fit the specialty of the gap
The grandpa cried…..''What is done is done, how I can reverse it''
The gathered cloud listening to the unveiled secret of the Tree of Life
Repeatedly we cry as another one has fallen again
Striking the families with memories that are not easily disappear.
A little boy is happily thrown up in the sky, disturbing the layers of the air in the high
Thinking life is infinity when a glance, in ignorance curving woods for forever
Making plans for their future life, based on us
Taking advantage of their age to aim high
Building themselves to become good leaders of the times
Their life under a Tree of Life is good in a veiled secret
Having no understanding of a falling leaf down from the sky
Cheating themselves, life is so good and no holes exist to fall in
As they grow the meaning of a falling leaf in parallel grows
Repeatedly we cry as another one has fallen again
Striking the families with memories that are not easily disappear.
Writer: Emmanuel Manjolo-(Lustre.RT)
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