Awakenings

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Awakenings

A meadow rolls in waves of green

Bowing gently in the breeze,

It whispers to the sunshine,

And tells secrets to the trees.

A body parts the tresses

of the dancing grass,

And marks a path of progress

With an homage to its past.

A time and place forgotten

This body did not know,

But sweeping through the field

A memory will grow.

Only in this great wide open,

Does instinct speak to them,

A scent, a breath upon the wind,

Born of Africa again.