The Table Mountains

THE TABLE MOUNTAINS

To what shall I compare thee Oh, awesome sprawling masterpiece of nature? Is it the Sinai of Mosaic Israel Or the pyramid of Egypt?

Welcome to the end of the world, or is it the beginning? Where mountains wear crown of splendor Adorned with shimmering brightness of early morn sun When heavens tip kisses mountain top With lips of nature in her most pristine, undiluted self With runaway innocence beyond the earth reproach and corruption Graceful, bold and gigantically imposing Its royal robe perfectly cut of Meadows and greenery tended by the dew of the dawn

Come view the mountains in the cape Come, and go, cleansed and cured of all impurities Trapped in its sharp, cold and warm embrace Come, see the Sinai In the west of the black south

Oh! Is it burning smoke or icy cold steam That engages the cloudy sky at the mountain top? Or is it the blazing sun, icy steam and thickly fog in trinitary unison? A trio in a race of space Wow! Its dawn at sunrise The mount stirs and time stand still sun submerged, the steamy, smoky fogs lifted Revealing a golden morn like the first day of creation Come see another wonder of the world in South Africa In the fortress expanse of Cape Town Cape Town, here I am! Enthralled, entranced, I am endeared!