Kremetartboom

Standing tall in the African sun, providing shade and food for the young. Giving shelter and rest to the old, Rustling of the leaves tell beautiful stories of the brave and bold. Its roots grip a nation together, beacon for Africa; a better future. Looking up to the mountains, finding strength in its creator. Three silhouettes on the horizon, coming closer to destroy a nation. Like a disease they cut, chop and saw, replacing logic and law. Tree gum flows, from the impaled neck, of the innocent, defenseless old tree. “What have we done?” “Father, save this nation, and save our children.” t.