In the cradle of rolling hills,
Where ancestors whisper to the stars,
Xhosa life dances in vibrant hues,
A tapestry woven with stories and scars.

Elders gather beneath ancient trees,
Sharing wisdom through time’s gentle embrace,
Songs of courage echo in the breeze,
A culture resilient, full of grace.

Beads and blankets tell tales of old,
Each stitch a memory, each color bold,
Ceremonies bind hearts and souls,
In unity’s warmth, stories unfold.

Children play where the rivers sing,
Their laughter a melody of tomorrow,
In the rhythm of life, they find their wings,
Carving paths through joy and sorrow.