Sisters of the Savanna

Under the golden light of the savannah sun,

Where baobab trees stand tall, and ancestors have begun,

A sisterhood of beauty rises, strong and free,

With hearts full of hope, and spirits wild and carefree.

Their laughter echoes, a joyful sound,

Like the drums of Djembe, beating all around,

Their footsteps weaving a rhythmic spell,

In harmony with the land, where their ancestors dwell.

With skin like the rich soil, and hair like the night,

They shine like stars, in the celestial light,

Their smiles illuminating the day,

As they journey through life's savannah way.

Sisters of the savannah, strong and true,

Supporting each other, through all they do,

Together they face life's joys and fears,

And wipe away each other's tears, through all the years.

With every step, they claim their ground,

And rise above the dusty round, like a phoenix found,

Their voices rising, a chorus sweet,

A celebration of their sisterhood, unique and complete.

In this vast expanse of grass and sky,

They find their strength, and learn to fly,

On the wings of love, and the winds of change,

Sisters of the savannah, forever range.

Through desert storms, and burning sun,

They stand as one, their bond has just begun,

Like the rivers of Nile, and the mountains of old,

Their sisterhood flows, forever to be told.

With ancient wisdom, passed down the line,

They weave a narrative, of resilience divine,

Their stories told, in whispers and in song,

A testament to their strength, where they all belong.

In the savannah's heart, they find their home,

A place of belonging, where they are never alone,

With every breath, they honor their past,

And forge a future, that will forever last.

So let their laughter echo, and their spirits soar,

For the sisters of the savannah, will forever roar,

With a fierce and gentle love, that knows no bounds,

A sisterhood of beauty, that will forever resound.