The beauty of sunset

DIE PERIWINKLES PRAAT

Grys, grou en stowwerige

winteroutokraat wat nie laat los

nog oulaas koue winde los wil laat.

Kyk die periwinkles praat.

Pers en teer en taai

 kan periwinkles harder praat

as al die winterhaat

Eerste Lentebloeisels doodgeskroei.

Het jul te gou gewaag?

Aalwynkoppe gister bloedrooimooi,

hang ook jou kop nou laag?

Lente is vanjaar so traag,

 dis droog, so leweloos.

Wrede vuur deur wind gejaag

laat slegs swart dood.

Kyk mooi, die Periwinkles praat.

Is jou siel dor en droog

bind die winter nog jou hart?

benewel doodsheid jou verstand?

Luister mens, ons Meester praat!

Circle of life

People go on strike and because of that a whole country feels the ripple effect. We are running out of petrol at the gas stations. These toi-toing strikers even put other people’s life in danger and it doesn’t seem to bother them much. Economists and politicians discuss the outcome and effect and journalist have a field of a day. It is news worthy, isn’t it?

In the meantime mother earth is silently going her way. Finishing off with winter season in sunny South Africa and preparing for spring. Cuddling and nurturing the seeds in her bosom to give us a spectacular season.

That’s the way is has always been and will be until the end of time. Nature doesn’t strike, doesn’t burn tyres or throw tantrums. We should show our gratitude by enjoying, indulging and giving back.