Standing at my window
Looking out on the plains
I see the beauty of God’s creation
I see with startling clarity
Why it has to be so
It’s a façade that covers the blackness of our souls
A cover that white washes the under belly of evil that lies beneath
An umbrella that covers the foliage that overwhelms the stench
Of rotting leaves and carcasses
Left in the wake of completed and perhaps unfulfilled lives
The sun’s rays streaking down like fingers
Outstretched over the land
A small part of a large whole
The rain-washed vista
Turning green what was once straw-coloured remnants
Of sun-bleached dryness
Yet all together beautiful
Symbiotic, parasitic
All together beautiful