Thy companion
The apple never falls from thy tree
It is thou hand that plucks from thy tree.
Thou choseth a friend
That thou may conquer thy fears
And thy worries.
I shall starve not in any way
For the which thou plucketh
Is of everlasting satisfaction
Thy friend,
Who is of rare specie
Who brought forth light in the life of thee.
Shall I thereof not pose gratitude?
If be not, then death be thy punishment
For thy creator shall end mine life.
Hence,
I am thankful for thy fruit
which thou hast given
The grace to have plucked from the tree of life.
Poem by: Adeyemi Adeyinka.. 7ee87d84.
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