Greens in their lushness sway
Singular bodies, withered or weak, shed from the trees of life, one or two at a time
Blood red roses stand in packs, refusing to mix with the grass
Flowers, rainbow bright, wake up on warm mornings with smiles that beautify Ms. Earth
Even the sand, brown and wet from the dew, has its own voice with which it speaks life or death by the day
I’m walking on the surface of nature’s completed masterpiece and I can still swear that my world is bland.

Art in its purest form, the ocean of blue flows
Delivering love messages on scrolls in beer bottles
Moving thoughts as the water changes from one side of existence to the other
Merging with white dust as hot kisses cold
We have in our stash the most beautiful part of nature’s painting
Our own copy of Leonardo da Vinci’s Angels
The detail
The reoccurring proof of Beauty
Cotton clouds part, bowing to the sun as she leaves for her sanctuary
Conjuring the forces of light and darkness and creating the perfect sight on the skyline
Still, believe me when I say I don’t see beauty

Maybe because I have cut down more trees than carbs
Chosen to listen to sirens and horns over nature’s soothing music
Because I have recreated light, I see myself as god
How would I find beauty when my focus is on coloured paper gotten from the illicit assault of tree barks?
The smoke, the crashes, bullet holes, and electric shocks
Even when we burn our eyes with screens of different sizes
And pierce our hearts with thoughts of love from the wrong pot
We have no choice than to find beauty in the shambles of the new world order

So, as we have given up on the beauty of lights and green,
We hang on to tiny fragments of hope, waiting for Christmas to arrive
So we can brighten disconnected trees with colours we created ourselves
And light up our streets and warm our hearts with joy in the carols we sing
Smiling as we cough through the gloom of waste and wait for the next phase of beautiful electrical growth
Even if the next world order replaces our breaths with tubes and our land with tiles, we would still find beauty and life in it
Smiling through the pain of a lost world.

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Ejiro Lawretta Egba is a young chartered accountant and writer from Nigeria. She holds a degree in Accounting and is a qualified member of the Institute of Chartered Accountants of Nigeria. She is currently a Financial Analyst for a private equity firm in Nigeria, a ghost writer, and a writer/contributor for a number of websites and platforms, both home and abroad. With an immense passion for knowledge acquisition, she seeks to contribute her own quota to the African community and beyond. For info and inquiries, contact via:



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