On My Ancestral Land

I walk barefoot on my ancestral land,
Where every grain of sand whispers a story,
Where water dances in life-giving rivers,
And where the wind sings memories of hope.

Beneath the vast shadow of the sacred baobab,
The spirits watch, ancient and proud.
Their wisdom drifts in the fragrant air,
Carved into stone, carried by lightning.

Here, every leaf whispers my name,
Every star greets me in the deep night.
My skin warmed by the sun of my kingdom,
Is steeped in a love that never crumbles.

For I was born from strong and fertile soil,
From a lineage that never bends.
On this land, I find my harbor,
My soul soars, my heart grows.

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