The Search.... Poem by Jubril Balogun

Out...
In the middle of nowhere
Where leaves are green
Tress stand so tall
Thorn thrusting deep
Claiming all left as path
Branches creeking
Dancing the rhythm of the breeze
Clouds are cute but the day burns
Ruled by birds and flies
Different to that which my eyes had seen
Therein lays life
Group of natives with tongue not mine
Here I am
with hopes of a new life
Away from that i once knew
In search of that which was lost
Eternal bliss in HIM...