Congolese Quest

Congolese Quest

Waist deep in Congo River
My guide is a jungle Griot
In whose wake I wade
While tropic birds sing us closer
To the heart of magic
Where forest spirits dwell
Deep in chimpanzee land

Steeped in ancient lore
He knows the sacred trees
Like the lifeline of his palm
Which reads of olden times
When his tribe gathered
To remember ancestors
By his oaken voice
Still strong as the current
We follow into deeper wisdom
Under the green canopy
Our shade from father sun