Oct 20, 2019 – African Images, Proverbs, Poetry & Stories Blog

Don’t Cry

Now listen dear child, listen attentively To the forested hills, for they are your ancient brothers To the birds, they carry gossip and might have

Nothing compares to the feeling you bring, With queer beats, you spice up Summer, Singing as in songfests with the Thunder!

The Waterfalls: I tell the trees of your sounds and they are jealous When you fall, birds and the wild stop to listen, To hear

The blue stream flow swift Three patient toads sit aghast Waiting for the current to pass

This is for you humble castle, beautiful succour and living citadel, You whose roots are soft seats; you who shelter ants, mushrooms and birds, Your