This Is The First Chapter Of A Brand New Thing

This is the first chapter of a brand new thing:

Early morning breeze, leaves all are wriggling;

Dewdrop tingling at the touch of a warm sun’s ray;

Birds’ symphonies to herald in a brand new day.

This is the first chapter of a brand new thing:

First rain falling, the dust of the harsh months quenching;

Trees bud at the sight of the new lease of life;

Soon they hum – this is end to hunger and strife.

This is the first chapter of a brand new thing:

Stress, sweat and blood accompany childbearing –

The child is born, the mother cradles it in her arm;

How she longs to protect it from seen and unseen harm!

This is the first chapter of a brand new thing:

The palm-wine tree matures, the tapper goes tapping;

The bee drinks, forgets to leave and falls inside the pot –

I swear in this cauldron I’d keep you intensely hot!

This is my first chapter of a brand new thing:

Like the wine to the bee I’d entice and trap you in;

I’d make you reel, dance and then happily sing

As deep in your marrow ecstasy I’d bring.