In the morning’s gentle embrace,
The sun awakens the silent plains,
Whispers of life begin to trace,
Stories carried by the winds’ refrains.
Beneath the vast, expansive sky,
Children dance on ancient earth,
With laughter that rises high,
In a land of timeless worth.
Rivers weave through verdant dreams,
Carrying tales of days gone by,
Echoes of ancestors in streams,
Guiding those who pause and sigh.
Mountains stand in silent grace,
Guardians of a legacy so wide,
In every heart, a sacred place,
Where the spirit of Africa abides.