Post #5105

#review #yourreview #thoughts Indeed the water rises, indeed the rivers flow, Beneath them mighty waves, Pondering and degrading the earth that knits their path. I see a gash, like a mighty wind, A tide too unbreakable by the screams of fear. And as it all comes to a still, The earth smelling fresh again, The frogs croaking, The crickets tuning a melody. And like the old grandma's hut, A smoke rises on the moist tatched kitchen, A meal, God has provided, The land will bear fruit, The children will have something, Cause the owner of the land, Has commanded it to yield. I see the villagers smile, A tune and a libation, For a cry is heard, A perfect gift of a son, I hear the drummers play the tom toms, I feel the harmony of the ululation, Tomorrow the women will gather together, To welcome and teach the young mother, How to love and to hold her little one. It is beautiful, the heart cannot contempt. Surely, tomorrow, the sun will rise again and we will smile. We will allow every rhythm and melodies made by life to flow to our hearts through the ears, We will love, we will rejoice and we will call it a blessed land