The suns rays peak through a smear of clouds floating across the flamingo pink sky
Slowly its beams melt through the clouds scattering their yellow tint
Pinks, yellows, and oranges collide in the sky fighting for dominance
A haze of baby blue creeps up over the silhouette of the Rwandan mountaintops breaking through the colored chaos
Slowly it pushes the different tints upwards diluting them upon the horizon
Waves of fog as thick as smoke spill over the crest of the mountains
Dew dusts every leaf, twig, petal and blade of grass
God is an artist
Lush, emerald vegetation crowds the mountainside
Trees, shrubs, tall grasses, and bushes dance in the wind, swaying back and forth in natural rhythm
Rusted, tin roofs peak through treetops
Scattered throughout the overgrown hills lie handmade abodes
Red-earthed paths twist and wind through trees, up and over hills, down and across valley floors
Like a lifeline they connect households, communities, people
Dust floats up with every footstep taken, perfectly settling in a thin crimson film over its surroundings
God is an artist
Pearly smiles speckle the streets
Paired with them comes a set of shining, strong, beautiful eyes
Blue, red, green, yellow, orange, lavender, fuchsia
Patterns of every color drape the bodies of elegant Rwandan women
Faces aged with wisdom sit along the street
Every wrinkle, every crease upon them holds a story to tell
Bright expressions of passing youth light up the roads
With pastel green shirts on top and ocean navy bottoms,
they bound towards school with heavy book bags and lunch pales in hand
Foreign fruits overflow baskets atop of the strong heads of working women
Stores spill out onto the streets
Scattered along the roadsides are vibrant jewelry pieces, garments, bags, shoes
Colorful scooters, taxis, buses, and cars zip energetically past masses of people in perfect chaos,
causing all things to blur together into one being of harmonic motion
God is an artist
