Friday, 15 November 2013


The trees so sure of themselves,
in the same place for ages and all around everything shatters slowly
with the uncertainty of times
and as the trees stand tall I wonder
what was it all?

Who knows when their roots first penetrated the Earth?
Who knows when their ashes will be blown by the wind?

*in the bus ride to Lagos (31-08-2013)

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