The Safari

The golden dust, the scent of coming rain, The rising sun on the vast and open plain. A canvas painted in ochre, green, and gold, A story ancient, and so bravely told. The engine hums, a low and patient sound, As the jeep goes searching for hallowed ground. A silhouette of giraffes, tall and serene, A living image on a wild and endless scene The mighty lions, a sun-soaked tawny pride, Hidden in the grasses where their instincts guide. A leopard's shadow, elusive and so rare, Sliding through the thicket with a quiet, watchful stare. The trumpeting echo of the elephant's call, As families wander, moving free and tall. A wildebeest stampede, a blur of motion swift, A thundering promise, a primal, moving gift. And when the twilight paints the sky anew, With fiery hues of crimson and deep blue, The campfire crackles, a low and steady glow, With jackals barking in the dark, and stars that grow. The stillness settles, vast, deep and wide, The wildness stirring, with nowhere left to hi...

Not just Words

   
They are not just words 
They bite like the teeth
Sting like the bee
Pierce like the sword
Scrape like the concrete pavement
They wreck like the wrecking ball 
They topple like that old dilapidated building making way for the new  
They are not just words

They soothe like a balm
They calm like the waves of the sea
They whistle by like the wind
They encourage and motivate
They are not just words

They bear good news and bad
They make a difference between life and death
They can be written down or spouted from that notorious orifice
They carry ideas
They are the main form of communication
They are used to decree and declare
They are not just words

They can be used to fire up the crowd or cool down a rowdy mutinous bunch
They bear equally the truth and the falsehood alike
They move mountains I hear, that I have not yet witnessed
Surprised I will not, because they are not just words








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