#WritcoPoemPrompt39
Changing seasons hark new beginnings
Like the shoots of tender plants on Spring mornings
Hoping for a new flowers to beautifully blossom
Preparing a good foundation from the deepest bottom

The horticulturist advice a new method,
The linguist deliberated on a new concord,
The complicated half word, I made it whole.
I added more fillers, to the loop hole.
I wiped the infinite tears, from my swollen face.
And added more space, to my shallow pace.

The Cresent moon appears,
Our treasured clan rejoice,
Time to harvest from our infertile land,
Our tragic story has earned a happy end.


© Afolabi Sodiq Abioye