Nature's grand overture,
A precursor to the apotheosis of the day,
Where the darkness of night is gently
Nudged aside by the golden fingers of dawn,
Painting the sky with hues of rose and saffron.
A gash of waves creates slaps of breeze on the face.
Birds stretch their wings and glide.
And the fishermen heads for the day’s catch.
The world awakens to embrace the warmth,
And promise of a new day.
Here, the water meets the sky,
Echoing the name Bangweulu into eternity.
