A stroll through the curious trees
Respectfully quiet to put you at ease
What you hear is the noonday breeze
Tell us your thoughts, human, if you please.

But you hear neither the watching trees
Nor the quietly questioning noonday breeze
All you know - correct me, if you please -
Is that in your heart you simply feel at ease.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river