The Fula Boy and his Flute
One day, many rainy seasons ago
I beheld a sight that depicted the harmony
of nature and man, now forgotten
amidst the quest for success and horrors of defeat
between life's angst and life's rest
I saw a Fula boy lying on the white sand banks of a peaceful lake
across the lake, some cows stood munching some fresh green grass
while the Fula boy played his flute
a harmonious sound that flirted in the wind
sedating the cows who munched contentedly
comforting my soul with its healing sounds
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