How sweet the air is tonight
(Silky caramel melting on your fingertips).
Perfect teal sky
A beautiful rushing breeze
That makes the green trees and bushes
Dance with each other.
Maybe they all know that tonight I will die…
(They’re celebrating!).
Knowing soon I will become incorporated
Into the strata of life again.
Ready to be molded into an intricate Vessel.
Only to die later on,
In the time-honoured tradition.
Dance, tree, dance,
For tomorrow
I will be right by your side….
A lime sapling reaching for the sun,
The gritty soil between my toes.
Author: Ronel van Tonder