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”