The Struggle Is Perennial Poem by Niki Nicholas Nkuna

All creatures clambering to mount the fruit tree
Some naturally weak to repel and overcome obstacles
Some naturally strong to repel and overcome obstacles
Some even needn't climb but just stand close
And pick the plumpest fruits first by the advantage of birth

Many more hindrances, physical and non-physical would pry
Like the storms and strong winds, summer hit and winter cold
The struggle is perennial
Any creature giving up would have to dig a hole and hide
Any creature giving up with half an attempt would fall to lame or death
Any creature relenting close to the peak of pick
Would fall down hard and pay hard with lame and death

The goal of smell and view of the fruit
Proves to be the trigger and propeller of the battle
All creatures have picked a torch before the attempt
However the strengths of light have their own race to endure
They are the resolute beyond the muscle of endurance

It is not surprising to see miniature creatures
Racing toe to toe with the Orango-Tango
Although some of the light could not touch the fruit on the last hurdle
The long hand pull it down by the tail to the start of the race
The gigantic hand broke the bough at times and devour the fruit in a rage

All creatures small and big knew the vicissitudes of the journey
The melee is not a novel sight
It is a perennial spectacular that stood out as a natural way of life
That must be prepared for, physically and mentally, muscle and light of torch
To illuminate the last view of the peak of pick

NNkuna,8 June 2014