Original Shorts Spirituality Wanderlust

Clouds over Serengeti

over the Serengeti
  where children roam
    and grown men cry
      the clouds came by

high above Maasai kopjes
  the first sunlight broke free from mist
    dancing in the sleepy dews of hue
      swimming in the tears of wildebeests

since eternity, the clouds have been
  for eternity, they’ll be
    unborn, undying
      except in the mind of the topies

o beloved Wanderling roaming the Serengeti
  old as the snow atop Kilimanjaro
    young as the summit walk under the stars
      hakuna matata