In the dawn’s gentle embrace,
Voices rise with the morning sun,
Echoes of ancestors in song,
Guiding feet on paths well-trodden.
Under the vast African sky,
Children dance to the drum’s call,
Weaving stories in the dust,
With laughter as their timeless thread.
Elders gather by the fire’s glow,
Wisdom shared in whispered tales,
History flows like a river,
Binding generations in its course.
As stars pierce the velvet night,
Dreams take flight on gentle winds,
In the heart of Xhosa life,
Hope and heritage entwine.