I ponder

When a rushing day has no time to let me live

The mighty God like storms assuring to come

Seasons dragging themselves in coming to pass

I've let them pass and even some to swallow me

So I ponder to a fading past

at the setting dream

Untill wornders of this day are undone

I will not swallow a scent of exprerience

Of Yesterday that did not end my day

I left me wondors of sunset

Sifiso Motha

Simple Hope

A solid mountain
Was made in the present of sun rays
Of a setting dawn, it wrote a simple song
That kept them alive,made them to long for the
night when the a uncoposed day was gone,
To look towards the high simple mountain
Foward to another unmatured day to come
With this,This far they have come.