Four Five Four Three Poem by Jide Pounds Ibitoye

Four five four three
the name of my favorite tree
when I get a moment up there?
I find my uttermost peace without fear,
tis world has no pain
its gracious lonliness as the best gain
Although my brain is slow
yet I feel natures wind blow
it caress on my skin
and swimming in my vein with its tiny fin
I can see it bliss
and I struggling to get just a kiss
I can hear it fine tune
I can see it wild bloom
I can read it word
I can feel the cut of it sword
all this feeling takes me closer to God
I am crazed in your mess
yet I concentrate less..