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Six months of unberable heat and dry stubble have taken its toll, The weak have perished, strong survived and heards have been culled Wildlife in the throngs of death, in anticipation of the forth coming rain, huddle under dreary trees- that loom above the coarse harsh terrain, Clouds wildly swoop in to cover the bright sky- frantically diminishing the presence of the scorching sun's rise Clouds pregnant with hope burst open to the rumble of thunder, Lightning dominating, illuminating announcing the birth of new born water The Savanna is in finally in her high season...
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Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 3:52 PM UTC
Oh Savanna
Six months of unberable heat and dry stubble have taken its toll, The weak have perished, strong survived and heards have been culled Wildlife in the throngs of death, in anticipation of the forth coming rain, huddle under dreary trees- that loom above the coarse harsh terrain, Clouds wildly swoop in to cover the bright sky- frantically diminishing the presence of the scorching sun's rise Clouds pregnant with hope burst open to the rumble of thunder, Lightning dominating, illuminating announcing the birth of new born water The Savanna is in finally in her high season...
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Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 3:52 PM UTC
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