THE OAK
Too many geraniums*, dried off
No water, no sunlight, the soil got tough
Geraniums that I planted, but I never fed
That’s the only reasons, why they are now dead
Thinking, analyzing, searching, digging
Deep, deep, deep in my soul
Trying to understand why I lost them all
Digging and finding out the proof
That infidelity and disrespect, only rotten soil produces
Geraniums were supposed to be perennial
But, by winter all their leafs were gone
Digging deep in my soil
Preparing it for the right seeds
Hoping to plant, hoping to see fruits
Putting vitamins in my soul
A process of darkness, as I dig deep into soil
A state of sadness and of what a stupid boy!!!
Losing geraniums that were easy to feed
Forgot about them; No flowers, no fruits
Light started to shine, time to cultivate
Years had past by, but never is to late
Roots growing firm, long and strong
So long and deep, doesn’t fit in a pot
Rooting firm, deep, without fears
Geraniums lasted just a few years
Forever is an oak
Growing branches, growing fruits, growing strong
Deep, deep, deep into my soul
Removal of weed was necessary
To see a good result
Killing selfishness, jealousy, and what I used to be
From the flirt, to the betrayer, without forgetting the O.P.P.
Trust is the only soil, which can bring flowers and fruit
Love is the only element that can be water substitute
Deep, deep, deep, down into my soul
Getting nutrients from the soil and strength from the sun
No even a small axe, sharp and ready would cut an oak down
God’s Son © 06-07
*Old African tradition explains the reflection of a relationship through the life of a Geranium. When you marry you need to plant the seeds and feed it everyday.
No water, no sunlight, the soil got tough
Geraniums that I planted, but I never fed
That’s the only reasons, why they are now dead
Thinking, analyzing, searching, digging
Deep, deep, deep in my soul
Trying to understand why I lost them all
Digging and finding out the proof
That infidelity and disrespect, only rotten soil produces
Geraniums were supposed to be perennial
But, by winter all their leafs were gone
Digging deep in my soil
Preparing it for the right seeds
Hoping to plant, hoping to see fruits
Putting vitamins in my soul
A process of darkness, as I dig deep into soil
A state of sadness and of what a stupid boy!!!
Losing geraniums that were easy to feed
Forgot about them; No flowers, no fruits
Light started to shine, time to cultivate
Years had past by, but never is to late
Roots growing firm, long and strong
So long and deep, doesn’t fit in a pot
Rooting firm, deep, without fears
Geraniums lasted just a few years
Forever is an oak
Growing branches, growing fruits, growing strong
Deep, deep, deep into my soul
Removal of weed was necessary
To see a good result
Killing selfishness, jealousy, and what I used to be
From the flirt, to the betrayer, without forgetting the O.P.P.
Trust is the only soil, which can bring flowers and fruit
Love is the only element that can be water substitute
Deep, deep, deep, down into my soul
Getting nutrients from the soil and strength from the sun
No even a small axe, sharp and ready would cut an oak down
God’s Son © 06-07
*Old African tradition explains the reflection of a relationship through the life of a Geranium. When you marry you need to plant the seeds and feed it everyday.
posted by God’s Sun ® at 1:56 AM
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