In the dawn's light,
When the sun's embrace is warmest, she strides with purpose.
Barefoot on ancient soil,
Each step a testament
To the strength of her forebears.

Beneath the acacia, her silhouette commands respect,
A regal presence,
Woven from the threads of generations,
each fiber a story of resilience.

Her eyes, dark pools
Of midnight and mystery,
Speak of wisdom gleaned from the stars,
Constellations mapping her journey through time.

Not bound by crowns of gold or silver.
Her reign is one of heart and spirit,
A sovereign of song and dance,
Of aughter and tears.

The rhythm of the drum echoes her heartbeat,
syncopated with the pulse of the land,
a song of life that whispers her name.

In fields of marigold,
where the earth breathes
In shades of amber and sienna,
She gathers the harvest,
a bounty of dreams, tended with care.

By the river's edge,where the waters weave
tales of eternity,
she kneels in reverence, the essence of the earth cradled in her hands.

Night falls,
A velvet canopy of infinite wonder, and she stands, a beacon against the dark,
The African Queen, whose legacy is the light
That guides the way.

.............................. [J. Griot].........................