In the heart of ancient lands, echoes cry, Where rivers once sang, now silent they lie, The chains of old,…
Beneath the ancient baobab’s shade, Whispers of history softly fade, The scars of time etched on the earth, Stories of…
In the shadow of the baobab tree, Whispers of history linger in the air, Tales of lands carved by foreign…
In the shadows of the baobab trees, Where whispers of ancient tongues reside, The soil remembers the footsteps, Of those…