Classic Poem

Behold this once beautiful veld,
Whereof Drought has created a desert
Barren and unlovely,
Is the urn of beauty,
And contains the ashes
Of many-coloured flowers,
Of green and golden grass,
Of trees with glittering leaves.
The veld is dead,
But the trees and flowers and grass
Will bloom again:
Though evanescent they are eternal;
They will blossom again.