The African Green Gold

Mother nature takes no breather
Challenges are enforced daily Rain drops shimmer
Tasting and swallowing
old earth for new
if only it was true

The rain falls hard
On bare ground,
Intoxicating the air
with new smells

But will Mother Nature continue to allow
the birds to sing with a feathery flame?
Or for frogs to dance in their pool?
I tell you the beauty of rain is gone but will soon return

The land is consumed with grief
for the loss of the African green gold,
Even the morning sun
lays on its death bed

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