GROWTH PROCESS (A poem articulated by the prolific writer, Oluwadamilare Israel. Read well, understand and enjoy it.)

Along the depth of the narrow field,
The tendrils grain a little peep,
Out of the dust into the air,
If perhaps it could escape the heated earth-
Out of the dust into the space,
And perhaps to feel the air of grace,
But, all along the tendrils twine,
Stretched with much it’s innate strength,
To enjoy more the tasted air
Which to it is of grace,
But, unconsciously it’s his growth process.

Oluwadamilare Israel

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