WATERED PINE

SHARON MOYO

A fenced garden, the thriving green grass

In it all. A single pine in the middle.

A spotted star. The world reaps the flavour.

I am only a lost pine.

Seeking no treatment nor attachment

Striving upon blossom, soon its growth

Shall shake the world.

In summer to Autumn, from

Winter to spring, losing its leaves, yet in no time growth is seen in rainy days.

Uncertain of the location, still blossoming upon Persistence.

I am a watered pine, growing in the

Middle of a fenced garden, usually

Cut off, yet thriving. The retard

Exposed, yet walking through the valley

Of achievement. I am only a pine,

Watered in a fenced green garden

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About the Author

SHARON MOYO would be doing her last year in High school next year in South Africa (Grade 12). She is currently 17 years of age and working on Poetry for promotion or exposure. She discovered her poetry talent 3 years ago.

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