Curled from Diaspora Heartdrops
Chris Dahi
The dawn sun filters through the palms
shading its light unto the lands
in a matted pattern of shades and light.
The farmer hoists his hoes and knives
heading towards the distant farms.
With minds bursting in hopeful expectations
the hunter loads his dane gun,
The wild beast hunts
and the owl moans eerily
into the bright dark night.
The prey prays for longer life,
nature man and beast in riotous bond
to live and see each another day.
The bush now grows to forest,
the man has a different thought.
Each day he sharpens his knife and axe
To visit the serene trees
* First title Man against the environment
