Firmly in place she stands
Her woody trunk - a neck so long,
Anchors the canopy's broad strands -
Where birds joyously sing their songs.
Or lessons on living within the means
All through the spanning - new and old?
The answers lie deep , in the rolling stream.
I who has shifted places, searching green
Braving time zones and vicissitudes -
Carting luggages of for every need
Unlike a tree, I spin as yet , the fortune wheel.
Is true contentment an endless quest
Or a kindled awareness of the innate self
As of the olive's sacred bequest ?
The answer may lie in the book of codes upon the shelf .
By Hope Kalé Ewusi ©
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