In this first innocent light I can be anything -
the silence; thick and all consuming,
the grey Heron; stony in his contemplation by the reeds,
the caress of the breeze on my skin
or the rustling of Oak leaves,
the brown Nguni calf; skin slick with new life,
the open skies and endless green.
I can be everything.
the silence; thick and all consuming,
the grey Heron; stony in his contemplation by the reeds,
the caress of the breeze on my skin
or the rustling of Oak leaves,
the brown Nguni calf; skin slick with new life,
the open skies and endless green.
I can be everything.
