I blow flowers breed in your heart <br />Spring well flourishing you never drink <br />Home fade away before the heat <br />What else do you do with flowers names <br />Roses green hibiscus lace <br />Mountains little hills dominion meek <br />But just like home we all hold some place <br />If you know the colours of dreams <br />Then you can tell the beauty of flowers <br />And trees without some christmas bending <br />You care more about your home <br />As nothing shares her place <br />Diamond stars never <br />Pay a visit to the lousy town <br />Where the sales of naira and gold lies <br />You stock within rituals <br />Like a humble valley <br />Staring at a grown up home <br />Which has forsaken you in payback <br />Makes you wrap yourself in black clothes <br />How many times do you miss the beauty bird <br />Rooted upon the roof spotless tree <br /> <br />While reciting the traditional hymn <br />Which brings back <br />Strength to weary formers on field <br />And the trees invite the breeze <br />It came blowing gently <br />Upon our women in travail <br />Until there was neither wedlock's <br />Of the gods anymore <br />But only hear of it <br />Once their shrine is set ablaze <br />And ashes use to design red walls <br />Upon which elders use to device palm wine <br />Fallen from colloquial colonial masters <br />We lack nothing anymore <br />That tide tidings flowing fine<br /><br />George Egba<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flowers-fountain/
