For The Silent Ones

Like the gentle touch of the morning dew
The pleasing ease of leaves as they take cue
To live like leaves, and spread love to life
They are ornaments that burns with strife.

A head built not for the yellow dried grass
Flowing water that burns in flaming gas
A rare breed, one to adore
Diamonds swimming by the sea shore.

Every man has a floor, a dark room
Too strong to clean, too weak to boom
A light rain that sweeps the street clean
The golden gates is the next scene
Just a few more seconds left
Sigh! If we could deal with every life’s threat.

Victor Oyedele