From the lofty snowcapped peaks
of Kilimanjaro
The morning mist envelopes its verdant foothills in a tight embrace,
No need to hurry, this is not a race,
Beads of sunlight dancing across the glistening dew.
As the plains of Amboseli reveal their golden hue,
There\'s movement spied where none existed moments prior,
A herd of Zebra lounging in their elegant attire,
The lush grasslands beckoning them for yet another day.
The few Wildebeest amongst them if only they could talk they\'d say,
We\'re happy to be safe in this weird and motley crowd,
Despite the fact these Zebras are so boisterous and loud,
What\'s a little banter when the promise is of grazing in contented peace.
Double is their luck as the pert Egyptian geese
Act as wary Sentinels, their honks resounding loud,
Alerted by the pride of crouching lions, their countenance so proud,
Scouting for that meal for their young to feed.
A Wildebeest or two would fill those hunger pangs indeed,
Were it not for those Hyenas prowling on their scent,
To steal their hard-fought prize definitely hell bent,
Neither party cowered, neither will give
ground.
But what\'s a little tiff when prey does so abound,
A fragile land of bounty, God\'s country that\'s for sure,
Where every single creature finds ways to gainfully endure,
Africa in all its glory, nature’s living work of art.