Little Orchard - Sizo Hlophe

Stand there tall beautiful orchard

Your green 

shine to dilate my visions

I have seen you wilt at your worst

And I have seen you ride the tide to flourish

O flourish. Wet my tongue in season

And bank my life's residuals

I share you with the ones that rent a nest

The ones that mourn the day and fly the 

night.

I will never know any more invisible hands

There are the ones that steal a gallon of 

seeds

There are birds that feeds on your fruits' 

juices

Then the ground that hugs you in 

complements

Little Orchard lay a busket on my doorsteps

For I had closely nurtured and nursed your 

buds

Feed my spirit for in you I have self 

fulfilment

In you I am proud to watch and whine 

with the guests,

'beautiful orchard it is'.

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Sizo Hlophe (21st century) Eswatini

Source: Poetry Soup