ORCHESTRAL:

Listen to the orchestra, upon dry savannah played,

Breezes blowing gold reeds, as they gently swayed,

Winds whispering wind-chimes, of pods & old seeds,

Softly, singing arias, in the whistling of silver weeds.

 

Listen to dreamy orchestra, of Africa´s sweet notes,

The plucking of branches, as leaf falls & lightly floats,

Twanging of bold heat, from echoing of white skies,

The distant lamenting, of drought´s strangled sighs.

 

Listen to the orchestra, of unrelenting cruel heat,

Upon arid cracked voice, the drum walks its beat,

Thumping & plodding, by dry foot, paw & scale,

Deep within African soul, heed orchestra´s dry wail.