The Savannah Girl

The little girl unfurls her dreams, Bringing forth the visions within her. Yet the night cloaks her dreams, Blurring her vision. Home was not a place of bliss; The world felt like a bleeding star, Gradually losing its brightness with each drop. Each day brought its share of struggles, lack, and deprivation. Her father was a peasant farmer, Labouring to put food on the table. But what becomes of the skills that prepare a child for tomorrow's demands? He was later incapacitated, Yet he held on until he was called to the beyond. Her mother was a petty trader, Doing everything she could to help. Shattered by her husband’s death, She lived in the shadows, Where nothing worthwhile could bloom in the meadow. Still, the little girl unfurls her dreams, Though she was taken to a strange land. The visions inside her found light; Her aspirations reached great heights. June 30, 2025.