Speeding through the waters
Opobo I search to find
But with the trees far at sight
Big, reaching the sky
I cannot get lost.
The trees in Opobo
Were planted at the birth of a child.
The coconut, the mysterious tree of creation
Was also among the other several trees planted for every child at birth.
Gone are those days!
Gone are those days when men were boys climbing the tree height to see the ships sailing.
Gone are those days!
With everyone around doing the rounds as culture demands.
With everyone well fed from the trees and other herbs,
Life was good and home was best.
The trees are gone!
They grow old, fall down and die.
And all who were here have gone out to the west
To plant but not a tree.
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