Now Is Time

 Lay me down in pastures green,

 Before the Sun with utter madness burns,

 And all grass to brown dry.

 Set me under the shade; beneath the leafy tree,

 Before all its leaves,

 Scorched to the ground fall.

 Let my soul wallow in mud,

 Playfully, interacting with wet earth,

 Because soon, only dust remains of life.

Gerry Sikazwe