Green In The Fields

Poem By chisomo kumwanje

Its green in the fields
Birds sail high
Quivering in ecstasy
Their marvellous melodies heard from afar
I love the birding

Its green in the fields
Birds trill in the tree branches they abondoned
I saw them;
Birds of passage,
Birds of prey,
They patch on very tall trees

The fields now are greener
They continue to be greener and greener
The chlorophyll tends to be poisonous to the leaf
The stomata now very rigid
The spongy mesophyll cells closely packed
The palisade mesophyll cells very loose
The fields continue to be greener and greener
I hear from afar;
The shrill voices of the same birds,
Blaming the whole thing on the locusts...........

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