It’s morning

The pianist moves his fingers across the notes the flowers play

The violinists follow gently, in slow graceful movements

The guitarists cast the sun about with swifter motions to the wind

The percussions are harmonised by the enchanted tweets of birds

Watching the green orchestra turn the smooth morning breeze

Into music for the eyes and soul, and I only think: “Thank God”!

(c) Nyonglema

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