There was nothing that remained but a small baby giraffe
After a 2 meter fall her first breath filled her lungs with a winters cold
Her legs as fragile as the breeze that ushered her into the world
The tall grasses hid her from my eyes, only her family could hear
Her cries, the nights frozen by frost but warmed by thoughts of this baby giraffe

A sixth the size of her father, his eyes weep with happiness
Tear ducts that don’t exists make the baby girl wish for her fathers tears to stop
She stumbles and crawls towards the rivers bend past the Acacias fallen pods
Her delicate ears have a thick winters coat, her hide a faint and light colour
Camouflaged by the spear and Guiney grass.

With joy for our Earth to know that here and now lays this baby Giraffe, a sign for innocence in elegance, hidden in the thick bush of an unapologetic world.

There he lied to her face,
A farce of his charades
Her mother talked about him
A trickle of hate spurred her fate

In the bush the animals faced a rush
A pack of lions hushed
The zebra about to be pushed then crushed
The weight of hunger laid to rest
Everyday is another test
Finding a will to survive
Evolution helps them hide
Under the weight of hunger
Minding each others will to thrive

Wilderness covers my shoes, the scent is captured by my lungs
I kick myself to keep up with nature’s turns, wilderness swells inside my head
Bees don’t pollinate flowers that are dead, they float and fly following a scent that fills them with a fever that makes them high. Pollen is drug that makes my mother sneeze, for me it’s a path to success, fertilizing an egg that needs sunshine which I then turn to mead, earths tears sprout a little new guy for me to feed.

He pulls towards the sun away from the cold soil that feeds him life and sustains him. Growth is a struggle and as a plant there is no alternative but living. Being threatened by poisonous rains that over acidifies his stalks and leaves makes him weak and forces him to focus more energy in surviving than producing flowers for his friends the bees. When it’s not the rain that worries him he must pray that the grazing animals over look him, he watches as his brothers and sisters provide themselves as meals for the animals that urinate at his heels.