Transforming calamity into victory...
She yielded her sentinel, tilted her branches, danced harmoniously,
moistened by time eternal hand crafted exclusively.
Burrowing through miliniums with wrecth of life on her back, breaking the limbs of history that once were life's tumultuous impact.
Stretching forth her arms blushing against the new dawn, while morning dew sweeps silently across her sweet magenta gown,
whispering to the world in splendor, I'll never, never, never surrender.
Take rest upon my bosom Africa while I shower you with tenderness,
let us dine by the rivers edge and dance together beneath infinity, while glistening of moonlight explodes above vibrantly, chanting world winds of sentiment while rupturing the essence of divinity.
There in the moonlight we're adorned with soft shades of nobility clamoring to set our souls free, as she glides across solar systems breaking and gesturing at her luxury.
A soft gem reconstructed over time, exquisitely reformed embellishing the worlds mind, fluttering on windless funnels of intimacy, smiling graciously, while tilting to serenity.
Grazing pastures of history without ever once touching the souls of her feet, breathing into the universe storing up our memories, dusting our dreams with vicissitude of tide, while chanting unsung symphonies on high.
Curtsying to the elegance of mother nature as she slides down her ice glaciers, choking the chains of our infirmities while tearing away it's bitter decree, then revealing our deepest epiphany that weights down our destiny.
Counting days, hours, swallowed by sands of time, breaking chains of torment continuously stroking our minds,
thrusting us forward briskfully against the winds of humanity, bouncing off bountiful echoes of soulful homebound floetry, tiptoeing across our leaves like waves against thrashing seas.
Floating beneath winds of change dragging our souls broken, bluggeoned, blistered and maimed, whispering softly as her own inner soul weeps, crying out for the stems of humanity.