Africa

As the beautiful yellow being goes to rest

And the largely opaque one comes to keep us company 

the mood of the universe changes

She beckons to him with different sounds 

And beautiful African beats that soothes the mind. 

The whispers of the wind are like the seductive hands of a dancer.
The incessant crickets are like a swift drum beat accompanied by the croaking of frogs. 
How I love my mother land …..Africa.  

Where all the nerves rest and the heart of mother nature beats. 
Close your eyes and let the rhythm move you. 

Bask in the rawness of what has become music.

Listen and hear your every being in harmony with Africa. 

Listen…
By Euliana Munemo