Kenya

Brown, a land which stands alone,
Bereft of growth to outward sight,
But in the midst of beating rays
There is such activity and might.

Below the surface there is gain,
And every mile that’s tread before,
Gives of nectar to thus drink,
And share with each who observe the Law.

Standing on a hilltop wise,
Looking out with Heaven’s eyes,
One can see such colour there,
Such youth, vitality and flair.

Give us all you can to be
In graceful dance, and harmony,
Be of truth and really fly,
Take us under wing this nigh.