Beautiful, Her Falls

The pillars of West Africa highest

St. John falls relieves me of breath 

Like raindrops to a barren valley

They kept me bested

 

Within her blessed falls 

Fragrance of delight refreshes me in her mists.

The tropical, evergreen forest 

How can I forget?

 

Her skin of gold 

Clear and pure 

Lures me to gems untold

Each time a life on this soil unfolds 

A family of peaceful souls.

 

Authored by Moses C. Saywrayne 

 

 

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