AFRICAN CONTENTMENT

A man once looked out over the African veldt, survyeing the splendour of his bountiful valley. He was a poor man but he was content. He was content as long as the great eagle kept watch over all. He was content as long as the waterfall sparkled and ran true, cobbling down the bouders of the clear mountain stream. He was content as long as the sweet soft wind sang between the long grass stems, on which the cattle grazed happily and with a fulfilment of of their own. He had his children close by and his loving wife kept a vigilant watch over all. If the summer crops were good their would be food for all this season and the next. His days were and endless stream of harmony and the bliss of his natural surroundings. It was dream just to be alive and flourishing in such a magnificent kingdom such as this. The heart of the Africa. The cardle of mankind. The mother of life. He new no other way except the contentment of a man lost in time and space as all creation bloomed and blossomed around him. Life was a dream of love he dreamt awake. He smiled to himself and sighed, as the trail of his thoughts drifted on peacefully in the warm African sun and fresh mountain air, with the beetles buzzing with a steady hum in the veldt. Dream a dream of African contentment and happiness forever my friend. Love is far greater than all of our earthly riches!