Sunbeam ,bear no shackles.

It came while we slept.
We saw it hanging over the mountains.Smilling.
Rays beaming down ,complemented with an ironic breeze.
It came as a thief in the night . stealing laughter.the forest cried.

The next morning it was there.
Truly an abomination was born as the fertile forest was kissed and laid then left to wither.
The Savannah planes which only knew temperate and rarely cold was impregnated with a compelling ailment.
So so foreign .
Whispering death to the lovely lilies
The jackals eavesdropping,awaiting their turn.

It rose with the day and died with the night 
Yet it still lived,sending knights into the dark night.
Blowing away pebbles and silt. 
Its irony coming into being ,
It's so refreshing but so degrading.

The fountain was alone that night and on the morrow it ceised to flow.
There was rapture in the day .
The king of the jungle looking for were to rest his karmas and perpetuate his existence.but the burning eye writting his wrongs.
Counting the days of his starvation..tic tic

Only the nocturnals could witness the nudity of the forest.leafless but shameful.
The baobab.priviledged you are to bid farewell to the thorny mahogany that has just lost its last leaf .

Shall we attempt a dialogue at last ?,deranged creature.and bring back seasons as they once were.
I hear drum beats from the overlooking knoll.
So loud.
You can almost perceive the lyrics before the chanting begins.
The morning breeze swaying the grass,at least what remains of it
Bringing with it, the hot reality from the east.
I suppose one could call the sight romantic except there were virgins in the vicinity.
Chosen to carry the beer brewing malt.
Too young to know anything about romance.
Then there's the chief and his subordinates.
Too old to remember anything about romance.
Only the chanting and incantation leant to bring back rains that have been stolen.
It is a rain making ceremony ,the last resort to heal the forest and feed the toddlers.and inform the burning sun to bear no shackles


Shelton t kurewa
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Sheltontkurewa@gmail.com

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