Savannah Child

Here's to that wild child-
Who grew up free
Here's to that wild child-
Tangled mess and savannah bred
Here's to that wild child-
Roaring at thunder and rain
Here's to that wild child-
Tasso and farine fed
Here's to that wild child-
Shining in the sun
Here's to that wild child-
Smooth and rocky as Rupununi river
Here's to that wild child-
Humble and kind
Here's to every wild child-
Grown Rupununi Free

Savannah Flower

A rose is pretty, no?
Inspired poets, lovers and painters
But- it's pruned, trimmed and trained
Watered, packaged and ordered-

A rose is pretty, no?
But- it is a beauty, demanding and vibrant

Savannah flower hides -
among the brown and green
Unnoticed - in its fragility
Yet- it grows in adversity
With no attention or demand-

Until seeking eyes -
Glimpse color flash-
Purple, pink, blue, white -
hidden among the brown
Quietly, prettily - Hardcore

It cannot be picked-
Stored and sold
Wilting when placed in a vase

Savannah flower beauty lies free
Not to be bought and put on the mantel

Savannah flower -
to be admired in its nature

A rose is pretty, no?
but it is a beauty pruned, trimmed and trained

Savannah flower beauty lies free
Beauty in Adversity