Last night I had a wonderful dream.
Hakuna matata was the theme.
Swahili words danced on the breeze.
No trouble. No worries. Take it easy.
Children gathered brushes growing near the river, tools
and colors of paint, as a woman sat on a low stool.
A camera scrolled across the scene from far above
a landscape filled with laughter and love.
One by one each child applied texture and painted lines
across every inch of the woman, now becoming a lion.
Proud and strong she rose up and laughingly stated
“Hakuna matata”. All chatter around her solemnly abated.
Then, voices united as one, the children shouted with glee
“Hakuna matata. No trouble. No worries. Take your ease!”
After that, sleep came easily.
annarino writes 