In the land of the Sun
237 Words
In lands where sun and veld once danced,
And rivers sang through golden expanse,
There lived a people, proud and free,
Whose tales were bound to history’s decree.
Three brothers roamed the vast, wild plains,
Bearing dreams, hopes, and hidden pains.
One of them, the eldest, strong and wise,
Saw the storms brewing in African skies.
The youngest sought comfort in hearth and home,
Yet the winds of fate would force him to roam.
The middle, caught 'tween duty and fear,
Watched his people’s path unclear.
And she—sleeping beauty, fair and bright,
Symbol of a nation’s fading light—
Fell into slumber, cursed by fate,
As the world outside grew harsh and great.
The brothers journeyed through trials untold,
Through lands of gold and hearts turned cold.
They fought for freedom, they wept, they bled,
Following whispers of what the seer had said.
From Cape Town’s shores to the Highveld’s crest,
They sought the place where their love could rest.
Battles with strangers, with time, with the law,
Each scar is a story, each tear is a flaw.
And so they wandered, years growing long,
Through fields of strife, where the brave belong.
Till at last, the youngest found the key,
To wake the beauty from centuries’ sleep.
Her eyes opened to the rising sun,
A people reborn, their history spun.
The brothers smiled, their quest complete,
A saga of sorrow, of triumph, of heartbeat.
- Writer
