Of Every Kind

 

When I was young I’d flitter through the sky,
And ransack all the stars of magic dust.
I’d walk lightheartedly ‘cross fields of rye,
Within my rucksack filled with wanderlust.

I was so young, the rebel in me rose,
To holler with a shout that shook the world.
I gazed straight up to God, “I want to know,”
And then the magic started to unfurl.

All thru’ the days & nights, my quicken’d step,
The rhapsody of knowledge filled my mind.
Thru’ jungle, swamp & forest rivulet,
Of bamboo, rattan, growth of every kind.

At last I felt redemption came to me,
The branches overhead were full of fruit.
They heavy hung like ripen rosary;
So hungry and so grateful, I fell mute.