Moonlit Journey
Underneath the silver moon, The night holds a secret path, Through whispers of the trees, And the gentle aftermath.
The shadows weave a tale, Of adventures yet to come, In the stillness of the night, The world beats like a drum.
Nature, a map unfurled, Guides the wanderer’s heart, In the moon’s embrace, they dance, As the night plays its part.
- Ossie Mthembu