With Maasai dust forming in the background
and cattlebells sounding onwords
Kenya takes its place in our past
now a memory set in stone
as the Fort of our Savior's Name
cast in stone of deep
Stil waters and an atmosfere of equal
lay behind as we spread wings again
pointing to the stars they wait
burried an age ago with secrets left.
Learnt so much and changed equaly much. *