Johannesburg

From my window pane, i behold your soulful presence. I whose gaze is gripping, whose passion has known the melancholy of nature` s splendor. There` s no brilliance to be compared to your glittering lights in the night season. your Meadows are charming. your lawns unstrip like a green carpet cast upon the mountain side, and your streets are bustling with different colors, one people. you are beautiful O` Johannesburg! you are the symbol of Black perfection, the pride of Africa, the hub of nature`s lovers. O` let me fetch you unend with my Western gaze. Let me collapse your vastness into my forlorn heart, where your memory slays like a Crystal fountain ebbing out in the midst of a Hundred Palm trees.