Its ruby red seeds
Treasured throughout history —
Fruit of Paradise
Its ruby red seeds
Treasured throughout history —
Fruit of Paradise
Street lamp in the night
Light flickering now and then —
Dawn is approaching
The sounds are soothing —
Knowing you are not alone
In the dead of night
Open the aged book
And you’ve just stepped back in time —
Fragrance of the past
Sun filtering through
Treetops, pockets of sunlight —
Soil damp and cool
One by one, the trees
Fall down in the rainforest —
Indigenous tears
Jews accept him not
Christians see him as divine —
Prophet of Islam
The thirsty zebras
Lapping up the cool water —
Crocodile eyes
And with the new moon
Dawns a new month for Muslims —
Luminous crescent
Do they think more troops
Will stop the terrorism?
They need to ask — why?