over the Serengeti
where children roam
and grown men cry
the clouds came byhigh above Maasai kopjes
the first sunlight broke free from mist
dancing in the sleepy dews of hue
swimming in the tears of wildebeestssince eternity, the clouds have been
for eternity, they’ll be
unborn, undying
except in the mind of the topieso beloved Wanderling roaming the Serengeti
old as the snow atop Kilimanjaro
young as the summit walk under the stars
hakuna matata
