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CAMERA..LENS..CLICK


I gazed The African panaroma Distant Cherangani hills, sleeping Blue Kenyan sky, now murky Lightning, shady clouds Serengeti Savannah, fully displayed Illumination from light of the African moon More lightning Undulating landscape, dreaming The pale blue Indian Ocean A moon's reflection, crystal clear tear-salty waters Kenya asleep, waves awake Soothing my ears Golden, I said Gorgeous, I marvelled Camera.. Lens.. Click! I then heard a song The Cherangani hills sang to me We want you to stay Do not go away.. I am here, I sang back I will come back, Kenya Take more photos of you Reveal to the world Tell them through words... Reveal what we truly are Our tunes, they should dance to Our soils, they should water We must sprout Like the blooming of a carnation Yes, with my eyes, I will see My lens, I will adjust closer My camera, it will click Not once or twice but multiples Until your emerald green, they uphold Without doubt, I know That exactly this, I want to forever do For the rest Of my ageing years For indeed, it is golden Gorgeous. Camera... Lens... Click!
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