Africa By Eclipse Blistering sun, Blistering sand. An endless expanse, A shifting land. A timeless people, culture of tribes. An Africa of music, Africa of vibes. A dune in a desert, Gone in a day, a silent mime. Gone in the wind of a ruthless time. A desert of one, death of all, But should the sun take its fall, Then on the shining gold of shifting sand, The life of all, Shall make its stand.