Under the falling rain
Like heavenly showers
But this rain is from Victoria Falls
Swallowing me up in mysteries
I can't perceive, I don't understand
As I am wrapped in embrace
Of the awe of wonders
And splendor and majesty
That commands glory
Cascading in rapids
Catapulting me into the unknown
Coverings in favour unending.

Lazy people will not
lace up till shoes dance
away from their legs.

It's good to make hay
while the sun shines
at the rainbow of the
morning dawn before the
sundown swallows the
glory of the day.

It's a season of joy
I've prepared my gun
To roar in lion voices

It's a season of joy
Come my gun loaded
In words of the season

It's a season of joy
My gun explode in glory
To exhume words of the season

It's a season of joy
My gun **** the platititudes
To enter into new words of glory

It's a season of joy festivals
My gun **** the drudgery games
To harvest glory immortal.

When eyes full of hope meet, miracles are in store.

gentle is the wind
softly screaming
as the sun dies