We are stumps
Cut down & brown
Felled ,desolate forests & velds .
It rings true that our rings tell of the truth
We were here before they came
Of ages before these pages
Our roots find routes deep in the ground
We are sprouting, the felling didn’t cut off the feeling.
We are stumps, hear the thump thump…thump…our hearts keep beating.
Lerato is a budding writer who is learning to find her voice.She is an aspiring polymath with interests in writing, auditing/accounting and modelling.