In South Africa hyenas
signal they
too are part of
this precious landscape
lions meditate in pride, crocodile
snouts protrude, guarding
watery temples
and the Marula tree a guide,
spirit of ancestors
released -
Whipping Whettle leaves,
feathery in comfort
Mopane trees, scrubby
bush, gorges, sliding hillsides
on this Nyalaland Trail of
abundance.
Thatched-roof huts
in a circle, leafy trees
understanding Nature's need
for privacy.
In the darkness memory
baskets
bathe in blessings
touching your scent
gathers in a night of loving.
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I would like to translate this poem
a soothing and beautiful to read