Poetry Competition: Gaya’s Call

Gaya’s Call


A beautiful light show way on high

Electricity darts from floor to sky

Expectantly breathless we wait

For the tension to dissipate


Bulging bellies gray clouds they come

As Mother Nature summons them with her drum

Drumming … twirling … spirits prance

Energy grows as the rains advance


Nature spirits dance and sing

Celebrating the cleansing the rain will bring

With a shudder the raindrops fall

Heeding Gaya’s sacred call


A grunt .. .some moans …and then … a sigh

And in a flash the storms gone by

Silence prevails across the land

And little plants wiggle roots in damp sand



By Tricia Louw

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