I’ve pixellated Africa, seen it through a lens, I’ve seen those grazing faces and passed their creaks and dens, I’ve marked their sky with noise and fumes and sped across their plains, till I saw them all, both great and small - their beards and tusks and manes
All curiosity satisfied, I thought.
I thought, Till troubled now with deep regret, that I had only looked and seen, and not made time to stand and stare, at nature’s greatest scene.