Africa

A silent breeze rushes over open plains,
Dry river beds ravaged by time.
The rustle of quiet grasslands,
Dancing figures of red on ancient cave walls.
zebra and wildebees graze peacefully alone,
a single lioness lying basking in the golden sun,
all waiting for...

The sound of pitter-patter on dry land,
dark clouds gather overhead.
A breeze becomes a gust,
a gust becomes a wind,
a wind becomes the roll of thunder.
Light flashes between land and sky.
Water bombards the once peaceful landscape from above.
Rivers of torrents scream down empty water-holes.
All in chorus until...

The silence of a storm ended,
the winds subside into a gentle breeze.
The thunder rumbles in the distance.
The torrents of water becomes a peaceful river.
The animals of the wild come-out and welcome
the coming of the rains
and the rebirth of the land.
This is our land
Africa