Earth Times Poem by Alison Mujati

summer
Leafy flesh holding groves like armor

Lively pulps from head to toe
clouds formed like a man clasping a hoe
The sky isn't always blue.

Up in the mountain, I climbed
Savanna camouflage molds her head
A crown so unique to ones princesses wear
Its colorful blossoms complete a pattern

A lantern brightening the dark
Romantics testify the impressions
A soothing atmosphere never replaced

Four rivers flowing from every direction
Each one from a peak of every mountain
Freshwater flows resemble the art of a vein

To the belly of the earth, the water feeds
Below lies salty sea acidic to kill the weeds
One good turn deserves another
Welcome to the belly of the world.

nature sings, no orchestra matches her mp sound
The jungle completes a perfect rhetoric
Dove coos
Eagles'whistles towards prey
And little birds tweets
Compliments roars of lions and rivers
Surely no sound can match.