A Petrarchan sonnet on the majestic Victoria Falls and the copper-rich soil.
The earth begins to tremble at the brink,
Where Mosi-oa-Tunya casts its spray,
A rainbow bridge that guides the light of day,
Before the sun begins its golden sink.
The thirsty elephants arrive to drink,
While copper veins within the mountains lay,
The wealth of nations in a deep display,
In every shining, subterranean link.
From Luangwa’s wild and hidden reach,
To Lusaka where the modern markets hum,
With lessons that only the quiet wild can teach.
The rhythm of the heart, the steady drum,
Is found in every forest, every beach,
A song of peace for all the years to come.
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