A Rose And A Blade Of Grass
When rain falls to the ground
from the skies,
Its the Heavens kissing the
Earth,
When they make love-
Flowers, fruits, green grasses
are the offspring,
Dont lets kill these plants,
Cutting them down, classing
them as weeds-
Taking them away from their
mothers breath
After being vivified by tears of
love from their father,
Tears of men are sacred.
The Sun does not choose where
to shine,
Must we choose what plants are
of
More value than others?
A blade of grass I pick for you
In a den full of lions,
Must surely mean more than a
rose
I pick for you in a garden full of
butterflies.
© November 7,2011
poem by Isunge Mwangase
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