Inspired by the elegance and fragrance
of the forest, the fun and feel of the flora,
the peeping, hopping and gossiping birds,
the goggling, wiggling and spine-tingling reptiles,
she stepped forward into the savannah with interest.
Her nature, her world wild, wide like wildlife,
there was adventure and intrigue in Sihle’s soul
as she trod through the flowering feisty shrubs,
spotting the wise, wonted ants, birds and beasts—
wriggling, winging, lounging, lumbering, living or loving.
She sought to befriend, not to shun them,
she hunted for their happiness and health,
she had their love and wellbeing at heart, if only
they could mysteriously open their hearts to her.
It was her drive and delight to seek to gain
an insight into their silent and sincere songs—
the ones they crooned and carried in their cores,
pleasant and pregnant with scenery and greenery.
She wanted them to share their protests and pleas,
musings, murmurs, myths and mysteries with her,
she wanted them to confide in her, to lean and count on her,
for she was set to pace with them from fright to friendliness.
