Away from noisy people and greed
The bush is where my heart is
Beating with the sounds of the wild
Vast open spaces, looking into forever
Squinting into a baking African sun
Insects buzz joining the birds in song
Chirping cicadas, natures traffic noise
Morning dawns, a gentle breeze sighs
I stretch, look over the plain, no rush
For me time to absorb the stillness
To find peace in beauty for my soul
Cool hour of morning, monkeys feed
Gazelle’s prance and dance in the wind
I walk content along well trodden tracks
A noonday sun, African bush sleeps
At sunset they wake, begin to move
Down to the Waterhole the track they follow
To Hunt, to die, to drink, striving for survival
A silver moon lights up the Savannah
Stars dance to the call of Africa’s song
The grunt of a Hippo, all is well
A Hyena laughs close by others respond
A welcome lull during this African night
Of which I am part, albeit for a short while
