The Aberdare Ranges Kenya

Dawn, when silence falters And the trees of the range- Are tucked in a bucket of fog Marching dawn, whose beauty never alters, I tuck myself in blankets like a log At the Treetops Hotel upon the range Dainty dreams upon dawn’s altar The dappled peacock dazes the dawn While the African crowned eagle Will soar, prowling for prey And tourists peep and picture the fawn While their eyes prowl the breakfast tray Jacaranda festooned fashion regal Its blue flowers blue snowfall upon dawn Elephants trudge to the watering hole Buffalo follow, even the bush buck The warthog always walks silly, The big five will steal your soul At the Ark's perch, you will be stuck The water adorned by the pond lily The range's serenity, waters your soul Pristine streams gush from the moorlands The Hagenia, decked in velvet green The sword lily, sheathed in fibrous tunic And as the Karuru falls hit land True love will pierce to the gene For pristine nature, is the true cupid. Breaths bated as lovers hold hand Further, nestled nigh in the blue skies The Kinangop peak, peeking through The closer I get, the further it hides A sun bird chatters, along my trail's high My eyes in tune, such wondrous hillsides I sweat as I head towards the bamboo I am among the butterflies Ringlets in a dance, oh! Surreal world Monkeys swing, tree to tree, a trail of imagination A reed buck is openly grazing A canvas of the grassland in its gold I spot a Serval cat, in hiding On a safari truck, the breeze is an inspiration Beauty flows in the altitudes that I behold At dusk the steeped villages prepare for sleep The Nyandarua range, yawns its last Fabled home of the Kikuyu god Curtain like shadows befall the steep And this wonderland begins to nod As the women fluff off days dust fast Men’s ears wide open as it darkens deep Wild animals are known to visit Roving around, excitement for the young But the animals are known to visit hungry The locals know too well, memories vivid An elephant’s wrath is meted out bluntly Protection for man and beast not far flung Conservation and nurture is the spirit As Mount Satima watches her watered floors, She knows the heart goes deep Collaboration with njeri hunjeri who is a wonderful poet