Somewhere in beloved, blessed and beautiful Africa,
the riveting rays flew and drew like a gleaming, smiling river.
Somewhere in beloved, blessed and beautiful Africa,
the gentle and sensory waves and curves of the sun
were distant but dazzling, discernable and dancing.
They were slyly inviting and igniting the fabulous forest
to flirt and fool with their solar and stout warmth.
To feel and fondle them but not to fall into their dam.
Their cosmological presence and radiance
took the breath and width of the woodland,
and tickled and teased trees into tears of ecstasies.
Somewhere in beloved, blessed and beautiful Africa,
the vibrant villagers were passing by a lovely lazy lake
when they caught sight of a burly buffalo being calmed.
What a compelling view imbued with unease and curiosity.
It was not only recharging, reimagining and relaxing
but also, it was suffused in the greeting glare, glory and glow
of the fresh, fragrant rising sun.
