Nyongesa

In a quiet corner, Nyongesa sits,

Sipping white coffee, his mind in fits.

His thoughts entwine like a vine's embrace,

As he ponders the vine, in its verdant grace.

Branches reaching, climbing high,

A symphony of leaves against the sky.

From the main stem, they gently sway,

Bearing fruit, as if to say:

"Life's journey, a winding vine,

Each branch a chapter, a story fine.

Pruned and nurtured, we grow tall,

In the vineyard of life, we stand enthralled."

Nyongesa ponders this natural dance,

How the vine's branches lead its chance.

In his cup, white coffee swirls,

As his mind, like the vine, unfurls.

Each sip a moment, each thought a vine,

In the garden of his mind, they intertwine.

With every sip, a new branch appears,

Guiding him through the vineyard of years.

So here sits Nyongesa, in quiet repose,

With white coffee in hand, his thoughts compose.

In the vine's wisdom, he finds his delight,

As he sips and dreams through the tranquil night.