In Every Thing Poem by Gert Strydom

In every rock, mineral, sand, wild animal, flower and tree
There’s a urge to be free, planted in from primordial times

Under the earth’s crust in granite, basalt, any instance
there’s a build in resistance, from primordial times.

In drops in any water stream
you cannot bridle the inert scream, from primordial times.

to be part of the clouds, the sea, to them to draw near
without any confinement or fear, from primordial times

Every antelope, bird of prey or wild animal
every lion, tiger and mammal, seeks liberty form primordial times.

in grass, the restless wind that blows wild
there are hope and trust like that of a child, from primordial times

Strydom, to where do you want to flee,
for a free existence? You are planted in this country from primordial times.