Nomads of the south

Like the Lilac breasted roller of the south,

their souls sleekly glides,

descending on the fruitful soil--the soil that has

seen war and stillness,

the soil that has heard fiction and

gospel.

They nourish their souls with the

roots that explores the earth's depths and

they soak the roots with

the abundance found on the surface of their hearts--sprouts of

Proteas cover the land, signalling flight, flight that leads to a land

unknown to their souls.