My Beautiful Motherland

Oh Kenya, my motherland
You ooze beauty, infallible beauty
They love you, infinite love
You allure them from home, homely to them
To come and see your charms, beautified charms

In your stomach erects an outgrowth, they call it Mount Kenya
Ever firm and sturdy, it's pinnacle glimmers with snow
I see them view with desire, wishing to ascend to the summit
And feel the chilling snow, all by the penny of it's prodigy

Your coast glows with sand, sand of delight
I see them spread as fire, lying on it's face
The burghers rejoice, free from rife to say
Their faces gleam with fortune, stomachs pervaded
The state smiles, earmarking the outlay 'cause of it

Woods you nurse are sheen, bedwelt by the untamed
The chortling hyenas they see, the jungle kings as well
An elephant wades through, bearing pleasure in them
A pleasure that itches their hands, to exsert from pockets with pence

In your heart rests the mass, they call it Naivasha
Its dead with out sighting white, color of the birddom
I see them telescope on it, eager to lay their sights on birds
Smile crosses their visages, and their wallets unimpede
What a heart you own, a heart that feeds us all

They say nature doesn't lie, truly I see
It never puts on make ups, make ups of adornment
It bestows itself, muddled not at all
That's what my motherland is, beauty of nature at its best

©chris