Lions

I reach for the harvest
The seeds that I’ve sown
Have come to fruition

My intuition told me
That life was unfair

I walked sands of the earth
Watching the tide pull back
Not knowing where I was going
Just basking in the glory
Of God’s nature

His Word came first
Then we were created
The culmination of
ventures fared

Though without a care
We walked the Garden of Eden
Until fig leaves covered our privates
After the snake’s snare

We dared to defy God
and be banished from utopia
As sinful as we are
We were born to suffer

Generations later
We grow in kindness and love
As society crumbles around us
But His Word remains the same
And the fruit of our bounty unaltered

We are lions
Untamed and free
Roaring on the cliff of serendipity

By Thomas Agbonyitor