It all began in Africa, amid silken grass and tangled thorn.
It all began in Africa, where humanity was born.
Under crossing clouds and soaring songs, across arid, aching lands,
A primate stood on her back legs, her boy cradled in her hands.
With this trivial trait — as she stood — our human track was set,
This loving mum — unknown, unsung — scanned horizons still unmet.
Among entwining vine of code, and ever branching tree,
Her family fate untold, became humanity.
Every blade, every wisp of weed, is our kin too,
A memory we dearly need — she and her child once knew —
Among tree tops, where big brain food drops, and across vast sands of time,
The echoes fall and our kin call to reconnect and realign.
It all began in Africa. Now our sailing satellites,
Wink down on Eastern plains, on well-worn paths of light.
It all began in Africa. All we are. All we know.
It all began in Africa, so many, million moons ago.