When the sun rises over the plains.
The brightness brings out the red ground.
The long shadows of the Acacias
Stretch far between the termite mounds.
The bleeding sun over the blue hills,
Wakes the songbirds’ beautiful sounds.
The early morning fresh browsing breeze,
Brings the smell of wild vegetation around.
The rays of sunrise floods the savanna,
And the darkness of night gets drowned.
All of the animal kingdom appreciates,
That a new day has been found.
Written by Louis van Niekerk on 16 May 2010