The Tree I Love Poem by Tosin Abegunde

A sparkle-like edifice
On which some sproutes office

Ones that makes me go glee
Like a bachelor lately free.

When at nursery it flowers
With branches that shelters

And at the prime
With bears stances of lime.

Mindedly hollow
Rootedly shallow

Ready to tap for bearing
To a journey for a rearing.

The fruits shake like lebanon
Makes efforts of non-abandon

Yellow is always its colour
With a fragrance so to savour.

The seeds thereof disgust
Like rams slaughtered unjust

No one cares where its grows
But eyes see it when glows.