You may bury me under the soils
... but like a seed I grow
You may blow me in the space
... but like air I spread
You may cover me in the dark
... but like yellows I ripen
You may burn in the fire
... but like woods I reform
so dance not to the music of my grief
and rejoice not in my sorrow
... for I find peace from within
even when the fresh is destroyed
© Monica Nalumu