In the golden dawn where the savannah breathes,
Giants tread softly on the earth they weave.
Their silhouettes dance in the morning light,
Majestic and grand, a wondrous sight.

Beneath the baobab, their stories unfold,
Tales of wisdom in whispers told.
With every step, they speak of grace,
Of ancient paths, a timeless race.

The gentle sway of their trunks so wise,
Reaching for dreams in the vast blue skies.
Their eyes hold secrets of ages past,
In their presence, peace is cast.

Guardians of the earth, in silence they stand,
Protectors of life in this beautiful land.
With hearts so pure and souls so deep,
In their shadow, the world finds sleep.