We meet in a breeze of love
And glide closer like a dove.
From the North my desires
Shall spread like wildfires.
The gusts of good times,
Keep blowing into our chimes.
In the South erosion takes place,
Our landform shapes at a pace.
With powerful squalls we flock together
No longer are we just a single feather.
Shifting desert mountains to the West.
United our energy is truly the best.
Living in the gales of life,
Teaches us how to survive.
Like God’s breath from the East
We sustain life and have a feast.
Written by Louis van Niekerk on 27 November 2009