A tree so oftenA Story by Matome MasipaI came to be a forest but can be a tree so often
A tree so often,
a tree so often. I free all ten, from a spell with a smile as Osteen or Austin then I put down the pen like beer , to take on a big show. The dreams hit the rim a few times but eventually they clawed, as seeds in nature's law. When the water flow, they grow as a man need God to sow. Do righteous don't frozen as the snow. Eyes wearing blankets acting like you don't know ledges I make the pledges with the sword going shoulder to shoulder, as the crowd bows I bow too, then order it to rise with me so the one become too many. I hope it's easy to catch this thought of penny, and not the harder way. I came hear to become a forest but can be a tree so often. a tree so often. A tree so often free. And as I wait for the winds of justice to break and brake the branches of sins , so my peoples fruit can leave for pastures green. I twig this twinkle spark for those in the dark to know, When they fall God is a bird that pick them up for a nest, as love does to the chest. Each sand counts for there to be a desert. But for there to be sand storms the desert needs a strong wind, a leader to the people is a giant, but without God he is in an ant, man form. No one marvels, So they don't make people idols. What can I say if your eyes see angels. I am rooted for good as I leave your heart as gardens, when eyes drizzle my words rise on the horizons, rays shinning to sprinkle drops to help the pain evaporate away the hate. So we, you full of life as a tree so often for rest we need a home we can't be alone. So before they cut me down for money, As they do when they see You take fruit from this tree on the way to the kingdom, don't stay long in shades to sight see. To enjoy God's summer I have to let winters take its place as a test, like autumn when it let the dead leaves, go for others to spring to life. As I watch others blossom as flowers when the birds return south, I move with the breeze in the light, Silently watching, As a tree so often, A tree so often free, A tree so often free. © 2024 Matome Masipa |
AuthorMatome MasipaPRETORIA, dendron, South AfricaAboutPen name MaddaMoriyah Eliyah, a writer of spiritual awareness of self development of philosophy in writings from poetry novels and theatre. I write with the wave of my life experiences and the voice w.. more..Writing
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