Poetry

HOPE By Ogunyomi Israel Abidemi

Written by Editor

Our earth groans:

A dearth of seeds

Besieges her vaults.

 

Forests divorce

Their leaves:

No shades at all

For the jungle king.

 

And the trees,

Beheaded, shrivel

To the earth.

 

Rotten and rest,

Fallen trees;

At fall,

Your roots

will spring forth anew.

 

Sorrow not,

Afflicted king;

In time,

Fingers of joy

Will poke at you:

 

A miracle of rain

Will retouch the earth

And forests will

Regain the lost honor.

 

To the

Last laugher

Belongs the best laughter!

About the author

Editor

Bada Yusuf Amoo is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.

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