In the gentle sway of ancient trees,
Lies the rhythm of ancestral dreams,
Whispers of strength in every breeze,
A legacy woven through mighty streams.
From the soil rich with stories untold,
Rises the song of unyielding grace,
With hearts that burn, fierce and bold,
Carving paths through time and space.
In the dance of shadows and light,
Resides the spirit, vibrant and free,
Carrying histories through the night,
A testament of unity.
Through storms and sunlit days,
The journey of black souls unfolds,
Crafting futures in endless ways,
With courage that never grows old.