Soul of the Savannah

In the heart of the earth, where the sun whispers secrets, A woman stands, adorned in the language of her ancestors. Her face, a canvas of earth and shadow, tells tales of time, Her braids, rivers of memory, flowing through the ages. Jewels of the land adorn her neck, stories of her people, Each bead a testament to the strength that binds them. Her gaze, a mirror of the sky, reflects the vastness of her spirit, A beacon of resilience, a keeper of the sacred. In her smile, the world finds its rhythm, A symphony of joy and sorrow, woven into her being. She is the soul of the savannah, a living testament to the enduring, A reminder that beauty is found in the roots that hold us. Through her, we see ourselves, the echoes of our own journeys, A call to embrace the earth, to honor the past, and to dream of the future.