The African

The African, a person of strength and grace,

Their spirit so vibrant, like the sun on their face,

Their eyes that gleam with pride and joy,

Their voice that echoes, like a powerful convoy.

From the savannas to the deserts so wide,

From the mountains to the oceans that tide,

A person of beauty, with a story so vast,

Their history told, forever to last.

The African, a culture so rich,

Their traditions, a true marvel to which,

Their dances and music, so free and so bold,

Their spirits, a source of wonder untold.

The colors of Africa, so bold and so bright,

The reds, the yellows, the greens, such a sight,

The sunsets so stunning, the stars so bright,

A land of endless beauty, both day and night.

From the tribes that roam the land,

To the cities that rise like a grandstand,

The African, a people of endless pride,

Their spirit, a source of strength, to never subside.

Their resilience, a true treasure,

Their courage, a source of endless pleasure,

The African, a person so strong,

Their heart, a true rhythm to which we belong.

So let us celebrate the African's past,

Their beauty, their people, forever to last,

A culture of endless possibilities,

A place where the heart can find true tranquility.

African, a word that holds so much,

A land of wonder, with a spirit to touch,

A continent of beauty and true delight,

Their soul shining, like a beacon of light.

From the desert sands to the savannas so wide,

From the lush jungles to the cities that glide,

A place of endless contrast, both day and night,

Their rhythm of life, forever in sight.

The African, a person of strength and grace,

Their spirit, like the sun on their face,

Their eyes that sparkle with pride and joy,

Their voice that echoes, like a bird in the sky.

The colors of Africa, so rich and so bold,

The greens, the yellows, the reds that unfold,

The sunsets so stunning, the stars so bright,

A land of endless beauty, both day and night.

From the tribes that roam the land,

To the cultures that grace the cities so grand,

A people of endless resilience and pride,

Their stories told, like an endless tide.

Their music and dance, so free and so bold,

Their traditions, a true marvel to behold,

Their spirit, a source of wonder untold,

Their heart, a true rhythm to which we're all sold.

So let us celebrate the African's past,

Their beauty, their people, forever to last,

A continent of endless possibilities,

A place where the heart can find true tranquility.

Oh African, a land so vast,

A place of beauty, that forever will last,

A continent of wonder, with a story so grand,

A place where the soul can truly expand.

From the jungles that sway in the wind,

To the savannas, where the wild roam and grin,

A place where nature takes the lead,

Where life flows, like a never-ending bead.

Oh African, a people so strong,

Their spirit, like the beat of a song,

Their eyes that shine with pride and delight,

Their voice that echoes, with power and might.

Their music and dance, so free and so bold,

Their traditions, a true marvel to behold,

Their spirit, a source of wonder untold,

Their heart, a true rhythm to which we're all sold.

The colors of Africa, so rich and so bright,

The reds, the yellows, the greens, such a sight,

The sunsets so stunning, the stars so bright,

A land of endless beauty, both day and night.

Oh African, a place of endless grace,

A continent where the heart can find its true place,

A land where the soul can truly thrive,

A place where the spirit can truly come alive.

So let us celebrate Africa's past,

Their beauty, their people, forever to last,

A continent of endless possibilities,

A place where the heart can find true tranquility.