The sun rising steadily over the horizon,
Creatures moving swiftly, slowly, silently.
The air is thick with ancient spice.
Drumbeats, war beats,
Echoing through the halls.
Thrumming of stories,
Passed mother to child, mother to child,
Hearing the wisdom of sages, the superstitions of elders.
Here lies the crown of a king, there the swords of explorers,
Tokens of things long past.
– ©2015 Elizabeth May Bangard
Nota Bene: Picture courtesy of https://pixabay.com/en/africa-kenya-landscape-nature-283868/