The African Song - thoughts

 

Long shadows from the night before, dip disappearing

in the east. Nestling on leaves, early morning mist, fresh and clean, breaks the

dawn in beautiful dew spangled pearls. Sunshine slanting through branches

touch every blade, every heart beat slowly awakens.

 

Over the horizon, rosy pink clouds tiptoe through the lightening sky.

Moving majestically, the sun sends its glow ahead, waking the bush with the

Sound of animals and whimsical songs as birds dance and flit through the air.

It's sheath of golden bronze, reaching out to kiss and charm all life.

 

Over wide open dry areas, rich green bush, and slow flowing rivers, the wind

hums it's timeless echoes of the African song.

 

Across the rustling grass lands and dense green forests, the heavens flushed

from the palest pink to deep crimson in the fierce sunset glow, covering undulating hills.

 

Among the balancing rocks and deep valleys, purple and black shadows gleam

in the twilight.  Daylight fading into moonlight, wildlife settle and birds gather to roost.

 

The moon, a red disk in black velvet, shedding soft silver dust, pin pricked by tiny glittering stars.    

 

 

 

You're it

 

In a movie, in a song, in a play,

There's a writer, a director, an actor,

You're it.

 

Imagine, imagine, imagine!

Be anyone, go anywhere, do anything.

There is no limit in the universe.

 

In the planetary system,

The countless stars, the numerous planets,

You can visit these worlds beyond,

Your reality, your vision, your dream.

 

Different cities, different countries, different nations,

Meet the people, the presidents, the rich and famous,

You are part of the beautiful people.

 

The world is wide, travel in style,

Walk, run, by car, train, ship or plane.

Travel any distance or only one mile.

 

Life is a dream, you're the superstar.

In the world there's wonder and surprise.

Why wait - to the challenge rise!

 

 

 

 

What the heck 

 

When things go wrong at work or play,

When relationships break down and friends

go astray, then what the heck

It's been a stressful day.

 

I can scream, I can shout, fret, worry,

Fill my mind with doubt.

Just like a radio, I cannot hear clearly,

All I can hear is static, it's rather dreary.

 

Sometimes it's easier to talk and talk, but

Harder still to follow through.

Bad things in life do often happen, but more

Surprising the good things to.

 

But what the heck, that's you, that's me,

I'm here to stay, that's true.