Flowers Fountain Poem by George Samuel

I blow flowers breed in your heart
Spring well flourishing you never drink
Home fade away before the heat
What else do you do with flowers names
Roses green hibiscus lace
Mountains little hills dominion meek
But just like home we all hold some place
If you know the colours of dreams
Then you can tell the beauty of flowers
And trees without some christmas bending
You care more about your home
As nothing shares her place
Diamond stars never
Pay a visit to the lousy town
Where the sales of naira and gold lies
You stock within rituals
Like a humble valley
Staring at a grown up home
Which has forsaken you in payback
Makes you wrap yourself in black clothes
How many times do you miss the beauty bird
Rooted upon the roof spotless tree

While reciting the traditional hymn
Which brings back
Strength to weary formers on field
And the trees invite the breeze
It came blowing gently
Upon our women in travail
Until there was neither wedlock's
Of the gods anymore
But only hear of it
Once their shrine is set ablaze
And ashes use to design red walls
Upon which elders use to device palm wine
Fallen from colloquial colonial masters
We lack nothing anymore
That tide tidings flowing fine