Nhandi

I know of, and I rest in awe of the illimitable greatness of the river Congo, and the Yangtze. I know of and I rest in awe of the brilliance and grandeur of Mt. Everest and Mt. Speke. I know of and I rest in awe of the beauty of the Aurora borealis and the hop-skip terpsichore of the wallaby. I know of and I rest in awe of the splendour of the sun setting in the fall sky, casting its aluminiferous orange and gold rays over the descending life of the maple, elm, birch, oak, and the willow tree, and projecting it"s image over the vast sea. I know of and I rest in awe of the magnificence of Giza Necropolis, the Great Wall of China, the Taj Mahal, the Grand Canyon, Machu Picchu, the Galapagos Islands, and Serengeti. I know of and I rest in awe, as an awe-inspiring tears run down my face at the strength and the greatness I envision with daylight reverie. The reverence of your sepia beauty, your hair; the effulgence of a raven's plume. The grace and unworldly wisdom of you, my grand-girl, my little Nhandi, copyright 2007