When a tree falls

When a tree falls, it might fall on walls
Which kept the home together.
It scatters all but not with nothing to gather.
Only it hibernates, springs up and sprouts
'Cause its roots are immortal.

When a tree falls, there it lays till its seeds sprouts.
Birds lose their nest and children their ground of play,
Yet many lose the shoulder upon which its burdens laid.
But only it's the 'Adaur' to the other world.

When a tree falls, the grounds dully shake
As hearts of many unruly quake,
YOU are not an island just like we are the continuity to generations.
YOU are not buried but sown in your footprints on the sands of time.

Busumuru Kofi Annan,
Ghanaians, Africans and the world have broken your heart anaa?
Why have you fallen when our centre can't be held?
Why have you turned your heart from us when our world still needs its future to be together held?
The tree that stood towering over the entire world has fallen,
The birds of the air are deserted and the hopes that rested on it are shaken.
Things are falling apart and the center cannot be held.
Your departure will be forever felt.

Icon of Africa,
Deacon of peace,
Your rope that tied the turbulent lands have broken.
If you have fallen, fall not forever but for a mortal beginning of the end.

Busumuru, lay well,
Agyapa, nante yie.
Africaman ne Ghanaman nyinaa ma wo damrifa due,
Due ne amanehunu.

Written by

Mbilla Gladys Alasid.

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allasid.mbilla@gmail.com