Tangerines

Fresh succulent balls fallen from the mother tree
Green, Yellow, Orange and so deliciously sweet!
The tree swerves with the romance of the Wind
Minding the branches carrying the tangerines
Enjoying the wooing breeze and the calling Air
And happily dancing in the midst of these fellows
The busy ants build their mansion across the root
Minding not to block the roots step
The buzzing bees hover up the tree top
Exploring the wonders that bring this scent
Mens eyelids fall in love when tangerines stay about
And many who pass by, do queerly ask
What is better than the smell of tangerines?

For Idongesit Ukpong Samuel