This is so beautifully written! I had to share it!
When the Waters Rise, We Rise Too
(For the staff, the guests, and every creature who calls the Lowveld home)
When the rivers rise and the roads disappear,
When the sky hangs heavy and the world feels unsure,
There is still a quiet strength moving through this place,
A heartbeat older than storms,
A resilience carved into every tree,
Every ranger’s step,
Every animal’s instinct to endure.
The rain may fall without mercy,
But so does courage.
It gathers in the hands of staff who guide others to safety,
In guests who wait with patience and grace,
In elephants standing calm beneath a trembling sky,
In lions who know that even the longest night
Still gives way to dawn.
Hope is not the absence of storms –
It is the knowledge that storms pass.
It is the memory of dry riverbeds roaring back to life,
Of grasslands turning green again,
Of sunlight breaking through clouds
Exactly when it’s needed most.
So hold fast.
This land has weathered more than this,
And so have you.
The waters will retreat,
The roads will reopen,
And the bush will breathe again—
Renewed, restored,
Alive with the quiet triumph
Of all who endured together.
And when the first clear morning arrives,
You will stand in its light
Knowing that strength is not loud—
It is steady.
It is shared.
It is yours.