Save Our Planet. Plant A Tree Poem by Adeosun Olamide

The whirl wind blowing sandy anguish and of filthy
pain it did not hold,
The possessed agbor tree plunged into the use to be
majestic palace internal,
The Pregnant cloud giving lamenting downpour in
folds,
And departure it is from the town that it is left to ruin
eternal.

How quickly serene scenes turn tumult contrast,
Nor slowly do songs that is of laughter becomes
songs of sorrow,
How hurriedly at hand becomes the times of yore a past,
And slowly occurrence in no way fades away even after morrow.

For paper exchange have I negated our forest been
sold to abyss,
For why, I fed lachrymose voice with weary potency
that hoist,
For long have they had my breathe been of
discomfort to them in malevolence bliss,
And yet long has my aged thoughts been mocked
and ignorance been their choice.

Perhaps dawning shadows may yet have descended
upon us,
For grand a tree that gives shade that we cut down
thus.