The beautiful leaves lingering like a genius
With its branches having an earring
As the fruits ripe
Her appetite whets to eat the fruits of her labour
Is like a youth springing to maturity
With all her sparkling features
Having hairs on the stem is natural
As it unveils the beauty of womanhood
Not to talk of the roots
Having meritable feets
Standing in one location
Trapped in the middle of the forest
Good work my dear, keep it up.
Thank you for your comment, Mark.
You are indeed a credit to this generation. I love this poem. Thank you.
Thank you for your comment, Belin.
Nice one dear. Keep it up.
Thank you for your comment, Ayornu.