Daughters Of Nature

South African, Malawian
American, Zambian
Nigerian, ganian
Black, white
Green, blue
It doesn't matter
What matters is that
We are daughters of nature

I can, she can't
Because of nature
We surround ourselves with the beauty of nature
He serves, he gives
The greatness of nature
We rejoice and sing
The praises of nature
We proud to be daughters of nature

-Didintle Ntwaagae

by Didintle Warona

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Your drooping and tragical boughs of grace Are heavy as though with rain. Run! Run! Into the sun! Let us be children again. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Lovely ending and I totally agree with it!