Icy mountain mornings laugh <br />in liquid trills. <br /> <br />Ridiculous puffs of fluff bounce <br />through powder blue eternity <br />hung clean with avian harmony. <br /> <br />Sun-painted grain whispers <br />earth secrets to the wind. <br /> <br />Minuscule desert lizards scuttle <br />over burning sands. <br /> <br />Peerneef acacias and patterned reptiles <br />are awash with sun. <br /> <br />Floods of fragile colour <br />splash transient petals. <br /> <br />Forests of a million greens <br />throb with woodland lives. <br /> <br />Yellow sands hold sleepy warmth. <br /> <br />Cool sapphire undulates with thundering, frothy steeds <br />galloping from the unfathomable depths. <br /> <br />It is no wonder that <br />Africa sings. <br /> <br />(3 November 1999)<br /><br />Diana van den Berg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/africa-sings/
