His Righteous Garden Poem by Siegfried OheneSidza

Upon the crossroads in His righteous garden,
Fruits of His manifestation fallen from the grape tree.
Honour from the wondrous places with
The tingling stars kindling up high within the trees.
Seeds that grows up in the Holy plains of the righteous One.
Accept your faith as to how I made you from your mother's womb.
Remain the child you have always been,
Picking up ripped mangoes from its trees.
Does all that have my words, hear my voice?
And from underneath the valleys and hilly areas?
Upon the Hills and mountains I planted a seed,
A seed none of my creations know of,
A seed that is yet to be uprooted by its harvesters.
Over the grasses of the savanna fields,
His breathe blows up the warmth of
His absolute comfort on the greener pastures.
They sing songs of praise with their sharp thorns of branches,
They dance to His glory with their leaves of vein.
Until the cold winter seizes and the warm spring lazes,
Until their mouth is free zed with ice,
And their bodies breezed with moist.
The composition of the natural soil that bears His seed of creation.
Man then becomes His righteous garden.
The visionary of your dreams lies in the righteous garden.
The images you see catch a glimpse of your imaginary beauty.
Accounted by the wind that blows upon the trees,
Desired to pursue a germinated seed from his vegetation.
An awesome pleasure of fragrance from the weathered leaves.
Upon one rainy day He sits under the shades of an oak tree,
And writes about the power behind God’s majestic creation.