Africa in Autumn

On the bus hop on at the West end of the town I was Born,Africa you will love A pure heart hold when the Bus drifts westwards

Through the window,let loose Your eyes,letting them y over The land scape,the mountains And the rivers,like eagles hover Your eyes on lashes of green On mountains,glowing sparkling And shining leaves as if sprayed With lotus and ointment oil

Like gigantic green mushrooms Compressed tightly together,trees Stand,leaving no room for eyes to Fly yonder,a heartbeat skips heart Stolen by the wonder of creation In unison with wild and untamed Africa you feel

Eyes continue to y and wonder Till like vultures on rotten meat Descend towards the river,

Crystal clear waters catch your Breath,in them you want to dive Swim and bury yourself from Troubles of the earth

Yet, that you can not do,the waters Wine and dine with all sorts of water life The leviathan,the behemoth, pythons And imaginary creatures like mermaids We Africans hold them in awe

Your eyes refreshed tired and sleepy Back they y to join their master Shutting themselves from lightning Thunder and rains that like opened ood Gates are pouring outside the bus