Grow Yourself Like A Seed

They say, “he who must get, must learn to give”
There’s something friendly about fire
It rids, reaps and removes every foe in sight
You, burn with the gentility of a blue flame
And never trust enough to be friends with smoke
They know everything but to keep a secret.

The best man you can keep
Lives within the crystal reflection of a mirror
Time takes everything but the truth
To live, the dust, you must embrace
Below you must reach to stay afloat
Die, a seed must to be become an iroko.

Victor Oyedele