African plains (Best seats in the house)

The Kings and Queens  
announce their presence  
chasing away the days heat,  
colossal sandstone thrones  
tower over vast grass lands  
sparse with weathered trees,  
stretched out in darkening shades  
of light straw to stained beige.  

As the bright red brush stroke  
washes onto the horizon,  
returning birds give voice  
to the cooler air of nightfall.  
Ripe fruit and folded leaves  
pull on warm silhouette's  
while the sky hangs  
from their branches, dressed  
in fading gold ribbons.  
 
The night is clearing its throat,  
practicing lines that will reach  
beyond the curvature of the earth  
I follow the usherettes torch  
and take my seat beneath a billion stars,  
ready to watch the second performance.