There is a fire that burns deep in forests.
And red roses blooming in flames
The green grass is turning ashy grey.
Blue sky coated dark by smoke
While the all-promising rain
Watches silently from the sky
As blazes consume creatures.
All the crawlers, walkers, and swimmers are burnt
The clouds could feel sad
But she would never shed tears and calm the blaze.
And free the forest from her pain.
She watches her burn.
The cloud smiles, thunders, and cracks into laughter.
The wind turns her back against the earth.
As she blows the flame across her land.
The creatures that ran caught
There is a fire in the mountains.
“Gona le mollo Thabeng”