Have you been watering your poet-tree lately? The shrivel of once crispy leaves And lifeless bending of branches are screaming, “Feed me.: “FEED ME!” For my hydration is lacking Tree trunk is blackening Insides beginning to Rot. Wither.. Wilt… Every time you neglect to pick up a pitcher and wet Parched roots You make way for yet another kind of pesticide to settle Ant take roost in the hollow corridors of your talent Bark starts to lift and chip away Fibrous veins desiccate into Dust Leaves. Falling in spring Cuz’ life refuses to spring up from the fingertips of feeble, outstretched hands That once sprung with head high Beaming pride Staring straight at the sun Lungs, Engorged with vitality and stomach Rounded by the waters of your inscribed morality You, are a poet. Your liquefied intellect should always be steadily trickling Tickling the throat of a fern craving to be rhetorically nourished by your thought processes’ Molecular H2o Oh, why do you deprive your poet-tree so? Don’t you know? Your words are the Shui Giving Will to the Willow’s word played soul. A wise farmer once said, If rhetoric’s wit yearns to stay youthful Then give it 8 ounces It shall stay fruitful A minute be an ounce and the ounce build to pint Dedicate a sole gallon every single night And in due time, As sure as a true farmer’s cycle follows the moon, Your tree will flourish. And blossom. And bloom.
Bio :Ki-Ana L. Tonge is a humble, outgoing, creative, and ambitious nineteen year old from St.Croix , USVI, with a love for writing. She is on a mission to be the very best she can be, and strives to make a difference with the tools and talents God has given her.