She walks in grace, the earth her throne, with eyes like rivers, deep and wide, where stars find home, and night is known, a quiet power, fierce yet kind. Her gaze, a sunlit mystery, soft as dawn yet bold as flame, holds tales of ancient history, whispered truths without a name. Her skin, like midnight wrapped in light, gleams with the warmth of desert sand, a tapestry woven tight, by winds that dance across the land. Oh, goddess of the open sky, with beauty boundless, rich, and rare, you are the earth, you are the cry of freedom flowing through the air. in every step, the world awakens, flowers bloom and rivers sigh; for you, the stars have all forsaken the heavens just to see you nigh. African goddess, wild and wise, keeper of dreams, of earth and sea, in your embrace, all sorrow dies, and life finds strength, eternally. Show less
