The Tree Poem by Alexander Keli Mutua

The height that might slender and tender the belly the well that's meters away. Upon the lay of the dusk and and dawn where a fill and refill of the containers. The fall that reaffirm the grip of the stomach that march the tread of lines and aligns that captivate and motivate the depth of the soul. All wall tall ball the sands that burn the sole of the tread of days and nights. Where thorn turn the leaf of life into the mind deemed and fumed with total darkness. What is the sight and insight of the fall the grip upon the taste and haste of fruits. Which nurture and nurture the rhythm of shiver and quiver. Sounding and resounding beats upon the journeying soul of life.