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...
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The Moon

 

A vast and silent pearl is hung,

A ghostly bridge to heaven sprung.

It fills the sky with borrowed light,

And pushes back the creeping night.


A silver coin, a dinner plate,

A cosmic, pale, and heavy weight.

It looks so near, a thing you'd seize,

Reflected on the sleeping trees.


The craters seem like knowing eyes,

To watch the shifting wind-picked skies.

A silent witness, round and bright,

A guardian through the velvet night.


It pulls the oceans, deep and slow,

And sets the dreaming world aglow.

The big moon hangs, a gentle queen,

Upon the midnight's royal scene.


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