Crowned Heritage

In the heart of a village, where thatched roofs meet the sky, A young girl stands, her beauty passing by. Her skin, a canvas of rich, dark hue, Adorned with jewelry, both old and new. Her lips, a canvas of art and might, Painted with stripes, a wondrous sight. A necklace of cowrie shells, a treasured find, Echoes of a culture, forever entwined. Her gaze, a window to a soul so bright, Reflects the heritage, of day and night. A connection to the earth, to tradition and to land, A story told, through her, so grand. In her, we see the beauty of the past, A culture thriving, forever to last. A testament to the strength, of those who came before, A young girl, with a story, to be told once more.