‘n Opstel van graad 8.
From where I sit on our roof, I watch the dancing tree tops and the singing birds as the wind whistles past. The sun smiles, as it sets, watching the painting clouds decorating the sky. I imagine the experience the wild animals must have, running wild and free through the golden meadows against the brisk breeze. The elephants spraying themselves with the silvery, bright water and the giraffes poking their heads towards the sketching moon.
The sky grows darker and one by one the stars awake and starts to skip around the pale moon.
The fireflies leap around the moonlit sky surrounding the ecstatic stars. They twist and twirl on the rhythm of the howling owls and the laughing bush babies.
You hear the crickets’ screeching violins and something shuffling through the thick, eerie carpet of grass.
The nature lives in perfect harmony. It welcomes you with a choir of love, a charming dance and always enchanting entertainment. The heart of Africa certainly has an exceptional place in mine.