Quasi dull clouded sky
with humming melodies.
Singing children,
Olds knocking, inhaling and sneezing.
Mothers preparing for intestines
emitting aroma of nature.
No one ‘s afraid of nothing,
calmness and serenity hover.
No blaring noise nor
intimidating illumination
to contest with nature.
All left, as it was,
yes, as it was in Eden.
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The words, 'Quasi dull clouded sky / with humming melodies' reveals an enchanting African evening.