Sequoia red Woods,
pine, ash & elm,
Stand over
& guard their sacred realm,
Oak, beech,
willow & fragrant bay,
Canopy when
ambling on my way.
Olive, fig,
& Spanish cork tree wild,
Shade for
sleepy goat & tired child,
Palm of
Tropical coconut & date,
My thirst
& appetite may sate.
But how I
long for my African trees,
Their
fragrance drifting on dusty breeze,
Their wisdom
of ancient lore, yet untold,
As blankets,
their foliage, my soul enfolds.
Baobab my teacher, my mentor, my school,
Protector
from searing heat, keeping me cool,
Peppercorn
pungent, peppery memories,
Spicy with
bushy childhood reveries.
Mopani,
kissed warm by African hue,
Blushing
shyly in dawn´s pink dew,
The quiver
tree & the acacia gold,
Their absence
makes me feel, oh so old.
Jacaranda, syringa, smoky mauve & blue,
Devil white
thorn tree, I am missing all of you,
Mimosa &
frangipani, in watered oasis & African plain,
The yearning
I have for you, can only be called pain.
Some give
fruit, nuts & seeds, others just stay bare,
Some with
their leaves embrace, while others just stand & stare,
But I miss
you from deep within my soul, I cannot lie,
An African
tree shall shade my soul until the day I die.
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