The olive baboons swing
On the strong branches they cling
The nestlings sing
As they echo their mother bird
In her sweet tuned melody
Frogs croak as they swim
And splashing the clear waters
Which a cartographer would draw blue on a map
The trees dance
To shake off moisture to the atmosphere
The juicy fruits smile
To welcome the appetite of man
The green canopy chunky like a cream
Aesthetically drawing nice sceneries for photographers
From the well aligned plateaus, in the west
The morning sun rays from the east
Break through the deep forest, so green
And wakes a sleeping flower
To open up its colourful wings
Ready to hug the bee and transfer the sweet scent
So generous to feed butterflies with nectar
Afternoon comes and man walks through the forest
With a high resolution camera he takes photos
And sips sweet water from a spring
Then utters a sigh of relief
Pondering over every aspect of nature
A hartebeest rushes across him
Making his heartbeat rise for a moment
Then the northern wind blows
A sign for the heavy rains
The sparrows exhibit their flying professionalism
On the sky that was so blue
But now quickly turning dark
With nimbus clouds pregnant with rain
That feeds the streams with their fluid
And waters the wild plants
The first drops come heavily
The man must run fast to his Cruiser
And leave the wildlife in their wild life!

By Mish Poet & Benny Wanz

Mish is a passionate writer who specializes in writing poetry. She believes in addressing issues touching on environment, lifestyles and social justices through poetic art. Writing is her lifestyle.

Benny is a writer and designer at friendswhowrite.com. He majors in poetry, articles writing and web content creation. He writes diversely from all fields but is quite passionate about writing on nature and daily life happenings.

Featured image is a Speke’s Weaver courtesy of Anthony Muwasu via Tony Wild