Seasons Of Life Poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema

the desert,
the dry wind,
the no color wind,
the sweating,
the long rest,
the cold by the wind,
the kindness,
the dryness,
the eye to our need,
the harder they come,
the further they meet,
the further they run,
the weather they feel,
as seasons come and go to the dust,
the reasons will run and slow to the past,
their homes in cold they fight to the dark,
their psalms all nod in the dark,
their proverbs long told to the masses,
the strong legs all old to the losses,
the moon gone too long to the sun,
the stars stand in loneliness to the sky,
the thoughts are longing for a try,
the folks are mourning for a loss to the cry,
as seasons go and come to their shadows,
all seasons fall and rise to their narrows.