Nature

The wind carries you. 
Your seascape of grass, 
Your savannah of dust and bones. 
Ancient spirits keep watch over your land, 
And the kings roar as they pride their thrones. 
Rise your dawn every morning embrace. 
This beauty of promise, 
The African plain. 
Your mystery alive in ancient solace. 
Your mystery, 
Remain! 
Dance the flowers that sprinkle the summer, 
Creek the trees that bare your winter. 
The dusty valleys flood in brilliant shower, 
With a rainbow shining hinder. 
Your soil trampled as beasts wonder, 
Under sky painted sun set. 
Is it in the distance where the dust devils play? 
Where the bushman and the baobab met!

African Plain