In the heart of the savannah, where the lion roams free,
The Zulu people live, in harmony with the trees.
Their songs echo through the valleys, pure and strong,
A testament to a culture that has endured so long.

Warriors dance under the moon’s soft glow,
Their spirits intertwined with the earth below.
Beads and feathers, in vibrant hues, adorn their frame,
Each step a story, each gesture a flame.

Mothers weave tales of ancestors, brave and wise,
Teaching the young ones, under starlit skies.
Fires burn bright, their warmth a gentle embrace,
In the village circle, every face finds its place.

The river’s song whispers secrets of the past,
A reminder that the Zulu spirit is steadfast.
Through trials and triumphs, their legacy thrives,
In the heartbeats of a people, Zulu life survives.