Beneath the golden sun’s embrace, a land so vast and free,
Where children run with laughter pure, beneath the Baobab tree.
The rhythm of the drums at night, a heartbeat strong and true,
In every step, in every breath, the spirit of the crew.

From deserts dry to lush green fields, the colors paint the earth,
A tapestry of life and love, of sorrow and of mirth.
The stories told by elders wise, of times both old and new,
Each word a thread, each tale a light, that guides the journey through.

The dance of life in every soul, the music in the air,
The markets bustling with their wares, the scent of spices rare.
From dawn till dusk, the cycle turns, a harmony profound,
In every face, in every place, the essence can be found.

O Africa, with heart so wide, your legacy unfolds,
In every grain of sand and soil, in every hand that holds.
Your spirit strong, your voice so clear, a song that never dies,
In every beat, in every heat, beneath your endless skies.