I arrive. It rains. Temperance for the wild.
Life awakens and a light mist comes from the lake.
It's early. The smells of dust bring promises,
promises of a new beginning.
The elephants track their lives back. The trail
to the mirrored water, inside.
Passions of bright days and warm noons
and the smells of dust and grass
and trails and rains
to the mirrored eyes, inside.
Acacia trees, and rattle snakes.
The hillside rising from the subtle touch of leaves.
Leopards and eagles and sunsets of tranquility.
To life. I arrive. Inside.