Under The Tree
Under the Tree
(By Saara Kanana)
Late afternoon on a calm day,
Just before dusk had fallen,
As the sky grew dark in a distance,
Right before nightfall emerged.
She sat by the trunk of a Baobab tree,
Letting the dry leaves fall on her thick afro,
Feeling the gentle breeze on her shoulders
As the wind whistled around her.
Murmuring to a sweet melody,
A familiar sound she could hear from a distance,
A high tempo of a Sparrow,
A tone that was hard to ignore,
A rhythm she grew fond of.
She closed her eyes, inhaling it all in,
Letting it all sink in her mind and heart,
It was in that moment,
She felt something different,
A sense of peace.
(By Saara Kanana)
Late afternoon on a calm day,
Just before dusk had fallen,
As the sky grew dark in a distance,
Right before nightfall emerged.
She sat by the trunk of a Baobab tree,
Letting the dry leaves fall on her thick afro,
Feeling the gentle breeze on her shoulders
As the wind whistled around her.
Murmuring to a sweet melody,
A familiar sound she could hear from a distance,
A high tempo of a Sparrow,
A tone that was hard to ignore,
A rhythm she grew fond of.
She closed her eyes, inhaling it all in,
Letting it all sink in her mind and heart,
It was in that moment,
She felt something different,
A sense of peace.
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