Tsietsi Mohlala

₁Secret tree is branching out in colours,                     

₂Long nights are falling with bright skies,

₃Glowing clouds are darkening full moon,

₄Bed time stories planting fear within blind thoughts,

₅Like an old khaki uniform in primary,

₆During fruitful era with chain of rainy days,

₇When the mountains were still green, atmosphere was populated with flies,

₈And the earliest bird catches the fattest vegie worm,

₉Blessed family never rest with faith that never rust,                                                          

₁₀Like hopeful moments with a happy Soul living in cleanse temple, 

₁₁Productive system in operation,

₁₂Crippled culture rises it’s crippled feet,

₁₃Land of summer is resurrecting from old plaques,

₁₄Kings and Gods are back in action, black speaks life again!