Standing at the presence of the forest
and glued was my root on the unseen soil
which nakedness are clothed by green papers
that made it difficult for my root to steer through the soil
which is taller than the living woods of the forest
Like a canopy, the green broad papers
on the heads of the living woods
shaded me from the piercing eye of the blinding bulb
and the cottons on my flesh guarded me like woods
from the harm of the white horses in the month of termites
that consumes hills of green papers
Ahead, i keep on the walk
as nature wages war against thee
some living woods fell and went down in knees
feasting on the dust with broken roots;
embrace of courage were few still standing on feet
soiled on the feet of the forest
striving against cold hands of nature with zeal
Few still on roots for this journey
not bowing to the wars of nature
while others fell in knees half way of the journey
losing focus and feed from hand to mouth
Being sheeps and looking up
to the woods still on feet who shall hail as their shepherd
Journey to success is a tower
all helping hands that thee might seek, are not all gold
some are painted in black to erect the journey
but if thee sight is glued on the head of the tower
surely up on the head shall thee sit and rule
O Lord! my heart and soul long to exceed to the head of the tower
so are those in the same image of you
guard us through to the head of this tower
carving out bones stronger than iron
and our roots taller than the iroko tree
so help us Lord .Amen.
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