With the passage of a tortured wind
Course and noisy against the bend backs of dying trees
I catch a glimpse of swallows and egrets
in the grasp of the furious arm of nature
...
I must return
to Masewani's music and rhythm
to where egrets nest in the breezes of dusk
among dancing reeds in colorful marshlands
...
You are;
a masterpiece of wonder and ingenuity
crafted by the fingers that crafted the moon
the hands that fashioned the sun even before her birth
...
Silent In Flow
With the passage of a tortured wind
Course and noisy against the bend backs of dying trees
I catch a glimpse of swallows and egrets
in the grasp of the furious arm of nature
Silent in flow, driven to the pit of hell
The tail of Maasai Mara twisters
Spanking the cloudless sky with the vengeance of a devil
A taunted elephant bull crushing through the foliage
leaving only death and destruction in passing