Poem: Waters of Africa
Water, one of nature's finest jewels,
Energizing the Soul's street like fuel.
Quenching thirst, like a soothing balm,
Calming parched nerves, like the songs of Psalms.
Causing nature's bounties to thrive
Coursing endlessly, its banks –the mayor of a thousand miles
Energizing the Soul's street like fuel.
Quenching thirst, like a soothing balm,
Calming parched nerves, like the songs of Psalms.
Causing nature's bounties to thrive
Coursing endlessly, its banks –the mayor of a thousand miles
Waters of Africa, a symbol of rebirth,
Moistening Earth's dust, you could say, "a second bath."
Revamping deserts, hot and dry,
Renewing life with its gentle might.
A boundless substance loved so much,
Waving its currents from nations to people, like a magical wand.
Moistening Earth's dust, you could say, "a second bath."
Revamping deserts, hot and dry,
Renewing life with its gentle might.
A boundless substance loved so much,
Waving its currents from nations to people, like a magical wand.
Waters of Africa, womb of the deep,
Treasures in cold depths and dark cradles you keep.
Life's rhythmic flow, the blood of every vein and stem,
In every creature, a treasured gem.
Nurturing seeds till fruits unfold,
Waters of Africa, a fountain that never grows old.
Treasures in cold depths and dark cradles you keep.
Life's rhythmic flow, the blood of every vein and stem,
In every creature, a treasured gem.
Nurturing seeds till fruits unfold,
Waters of Africa, a fountain that never grows old.
Waters of Africa, sweet and bright
Honing our colors, like Glo with Pride
Spreading our stories our hearts where tales abide
Nature's ink, a cascading guide
Reflecting our journeys, far and wide.
Honing our colors, like Glo with Pride
Spreading our stories our hearts where tales abide
Nature's ink, a cascading guide
Reflecting our journeys, far and wide.