Botswana
When the crow flies high at noon
There is a tale to tell,
And similarly, the dove which rests
Upon a tear shed, well,
The difference lies in association
With the dark or light,
It gives of choice to thus decide
To live so tall and bright,
And choice is thus free will in action,
Exemplified by all
Who tread the lonely Path,
Who climb the Summit tall.
Free is Man who reaches peaks,
Snow drenched in the sun,
Free is Man who forever speaks
Of joy and love and fun.
The author is not affiliated with any political or religious organisation. Where the work makes reference to God, Lord, Christ or Saviour, for example, substitution for the reader’s preferred spiritual nomenclature is welcomed and encouraged.