The Adventist sang, "There's a wonder of sunset at evening, a wonder of sunrise I see."
Yes! The East ball smiles as it kisses everything we call His creation, it's warmth enveloping even the small lizards.
It's hues spreads painting the blue canvas a kaleidoscope,a rainbow as it dips it's head in setting below the deep waters of The Nile's Lake Victoria.
It rests upon grasses, transforming the dew into diamonds.
Rising for those who face the snowy tops of Mount Kenya praying, " O God of all creation. "
The winds makes a chorus with the evergreens as the lion catches the melody from it's lip with a bass roar.
Streams everflowing make a symphony as pond birds soulfully sing with the chirping crickets.
Rustling leaves, thunderstorms, quaking of the earth key high and low notes; for lightning comes with fear but the farmer anticipates.
The sound of nature, the pianist of the earth punctuating the song of the earth with the autumn rain.
Nature weaves a tapestry that brings solace ; the hyena laughs, man smiles.
The Queen of the desert pads her parted toes across the brown canvas of the Sahara,
The snake slithers, the scorpion buries it's head, the orange ball oozes tequilla spirit.
The oases stand unopposed against the burning star, nature thrives.
Palm trees, the Jatropha brings life into the desert.
As the desert's thirst is quenched at sapphire moonlight by great oceans; because that's where the earth meets the ocean.
The giraffe graciously paves the Savannah, acacia is there no more.
The territorial bull; the white rhino lies in defeat on the burning ground.
Thump! Steps the elephants to avenge the fallen. We cry; nature destroys but can mother nature forgive? What's the atonement for sin? You pay the price right?
Rocks fall,land slides, forests burns, houses are swept. "Nature but why?" We set ready go fight nature like a foe. Mother nature closes her eyes.
The soil's virginity we've done away with in blood battles over oil and bloody diamonds. Nature's sanity we've stripped into charcoal and rentals.
Let's restore nature's divine radiance.
Plant a tree, free the caged bird.
Let the rivers flow as it sings "Great is thy faithfulness."
For nature is our shrine; in it is grace. In it we sing, "Glory! Glory!"
By: Jepkosgei Marion
Kenya
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