My tragedy could be that no one sees, <br />that I have an ugly feeling with me, <br />that no one sees the beautiful things anymore. <br />Why should a tree stand, <br />forever till its demise... <br />on one place, one spot. <br />That the wind however his protest, <br />the tree stands where she stands. <br />We might seek science an' say she has roots, <br />but I shall ask why they all stand, like zombies in their shoes. <br />Does the earth breathe, speak in ways <br />that man cannot hear, <br />That man cannot see, the gestures rendered <br />by her, an all other trees. <br />Should nature hold any secrets, <br />so that man may be safe from himself, <br />that we may not be destructive? <br />Are we not doing otherwise. <br />Where are we hurrying, why are we hurrying <br />will we find earth gone tomorrow if we burn everything... <br />will we fly tomorrow if we buy everything... <br />Is there so much sorrow in silent things, <br />that we blunt it out with loud screams. <br />I came to a place unknown to me <br />an' I thought I must be lost <br />but was I really? I could see things <br />I've never seen, not even a dream <br />To me, I knew I was found, for.... <br />this is where I needed to be. <br />By design of innate things <br />The world protests much like the wind, <br />shall I stand like the tree, <br />true to form an' to my being... <br />keep those secrets deep within <br />that man shall come to no doom <br />while I hold a lot of good. <br />Black stallion, a champion mount <br />rides through a foliage crowd, <br />the night is young an' morn' will come <br />A land awaits us, where kings we shall <br />our queens surround, <br />where the tragedy will seize <br />an' we shall begin to see <br />the beautiful things.<br /><br />Merlin Mwaura<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-tragedy/
