Africa

Africa; my home of growth. Your jungles plants for flesh. Your cooling shade between the leaves. Your air to make it fresh. Small jitter flies around your plants. Aroma fresh as blood. Just winged things alive with lust all cherishing the mud. Horned Rhinos cutting through the brush. spry tigers waltzing close. Young armadillos pacing fast with fear in greater dose. Your Zulu's chasing antelope. Their horns a sacred piece. Their whips extended for the hunt. Respect to never cease. Tribes harvesting their fields for wheat to grind within their bowl. Then mix into a paste to eat to feed their hungry soul. The shadow of the sun going by to mark the passing time. Your people chase your beasts to eat life's circle for their crime. Young Africa your land is firm. I see your light within. You go on with your many lives it takes you to begin.