Beneath the sunlit skies, the dances flow,
Feet pounding earth in ancient, rhythmic tale,
Where voices rise like winds that gently blow,
In harmony, the spirits never frail.

The colors vibrant, woven in the thread,
Of garments rich with stories of the past,
Each pattern speaks of paths the elders tread,
A tapestry of memories held fast.

The drums, they beat a call across the plains,
Resonance of heartbeats, strong and pure,
In every pulse, the lifeblood that remains,
A culture’s legacy, forever sure.

O Africa, your soul forever sings,
In every child, a future born anew,
Embrace the heritage your spirit brings,
A timeless dance beneath the skies so blue.