Science Of My Teacher Poem by Imo Peter

SCIENCE OF MY TEACHER
Once upon a time, I was a seedling
Nurtured in nursery by your fertility
I shed not your tendrils of tenderness
In nutrition and routine watering
That I may not shrink and wither off

There came a time for my branches
Spreading in directions irrational
As roots went down to clutch at soil
You pruned branches with nutrients applied
That I may be nourished and grow straight

By your nurture, I've turned a tree
Spreading branches to house the birds
Providing nectar for insects to feed
Sending down fruit for frugivores
Blowing breeze to cool homes

The sparkling colours of my conspicuous petals
The adoring scent of my aromatic flowers
The sweetly taste of my palatable fruits
The admiring breeze of my dancing leaves
All can be traced to your good mending