Mushrooms
That’s what we all are
Much populated when we were born
And as infants
We are tight and fighting
For survival under one gigantic root
Mushrooms
I say that’s what we are again
It now depends on how
We all decided to lead our lives
Tiny, Tiny were we created
By our Master designer
He took His time
To carve us pretty and beautiful
In a stem form
With fleshy fruity bodies
And with some gorgeous cap and stem
Pale grey or brown
Rounder while immature, but flattens
When our attentions
Gets caught with something else
Thinking we can handle our lives without
Him
He also leaves us
Until we realise our grand designer is not
on our back anymore
Then we discover that we are attached to the
bark of a tree
He is directing us to be a star
Then we jumped ahead of Him
Sure He is going to leave us
By: ADEBAYO, Busayo
