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The Wild Sun Played Cards With His Wither'ng Leaves by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace

The Wild Sun Played Cards With His Wither'ng Leaves.
....
The small creature danced 'n' floated in the air;
Dancing in her delicate wings of gauze,
Dancing in the pleasant breezes ev'rywhere —
Of mild roses on soothing clover-fields.
....
The wild tree mocked her delicate soft wings;
"You'll die when the sun 'n' sky are weak"; he winked.
Soon, her feeble wings gently glided down;
The sun is weak as she wave the grass' blades.
....
The wild tree mocked her delicate soft wings;
"I'm the great tree that'll ne'er die or wither".
The buzzing bee told him of the autumn winds,
"Twill blow your leaves and your root will fail you.
....
The wild tree mocked her delicate soft wings
and flanked her wings to the billow'ng sea shore.
Soon, the angry wind blew the tree and root-
Cracking, crushing, breaking; of fallen bam!
....
The wind danced round the sea and lift'd her wings,
The rose' pleasant scent breathe life into her.
The rain came down in long knitting needles-
The wild sun played cards with his wither'ng leaves.
....
"words from the innocent mind"
             Philip peace

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