Roaring Sky

Once upon a midnight dreary, feeling weak and yawning

The nomad travels to Slumberland

Under his wooden weaved sticks, dug plastered roof

Above the sky, thick clouds gather

In lightning fashion and rolling thunder in the background

It’s the beginning of the rainy season

A splash of green covers the whole of Savannah

On the cone-shaped hill, sprouts of grass and wildflowers

Provides spectacular wallpaper scenes of mother nature

With the farm-ready, seeds underground

Optimism and hope floats in the air

Memories of long periods of animal feeds deficiency

Of the previous seasons still lingers

As is always about how many will cross the line

The resilient animals that can walk miles on pilgrimage

Occasioned by cyclic famines every third year

After a disaster event has stricken

The prospect of increasing herd numbers

Remains a far-fetched dream

Unless private public intervention takes over

Behold the Green Revolution delights.