Image by: Moses (Tabitha Home Kid)

Oh! it my turn today

Yesterday, I was defended by the excruciating Noise causing Amok in the Forest

It was the tree cutter piercing his sharp “guitar” into the flesh of my fellows

I watched from above as the man settled down to start the operation

My sadness was not in being cut down but knowing that I will never be replaced

I cry but these myopic fellows do not notice me they cut me down

And progress to my fellow ones


How I wish o could remind them of my importance?

Of how I balance the air in which they breathe

I hear that some people already started planting newbies

But it’s just too few

I am as important as the air you breathe

Tell your friend to tell his friends

Written by: Blessed (Tabitha Home Kid)

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