Desert Life

Life is a place of many classes, lessons and tests. Today is just one of them, there will be more; painful ones, happy ones and great ones. But what does one do if she has a weak heart. I am not a quitter and yet I wonder, will I make it? I guess its the resilience of the desert life that makes me trudge on. I see it and admire the people that dont think about how hard it is but about how to make it worth living in. Cairo, 2007

For to be wild is to have a heart ~ Amoding Oluka

He is from the land of the great forest, Where wildness is the norm,
The wildness of his eyes, Though tame, tender, and true.
Yet like a wild fire he looks at her.
When he smiles, its gentle.
he smile reaches the wildness of his eyes.
She from the land of the great lakes, Is bright as the sun
When she smiles her white teeth sparkle.
Her eyes though small, twinkle with a childlike Innocence.
She is graceful, Gentle yet wild.
She is a world of contrasts and this he sees.
He is a son of the wild forest
And her wildness is what grasps him.
He does not wonder that gentle and wild go together
No! He knows more than that,
He knows that the wild heart is always gentle and tender.
For to be wild is to have a heart, and in her, he finds his own.