"Africa's Big Five"

 

"Africa's Big Five"

In Africa's vast embrace, where the sun paints the blue sky,

Roam the monarchs of the wild, the mighty Big Five,

Each bearing tales of strength, survival, and pride.

 From the Serengeti's plains to the Congo's flow,

In the heartbeat of Africa, under the sun’s watchful eye, their legends reside.

 

Fierce and bold, with a roar that shakes the earth and sky,

The lion announces his presence, bold and high.

He stalks the golden grasslands, where the hunt's begun.

A king of the savannah, in shadows he prowls,

His golden fur glows, dressing African queens and kings.

 In the circle of life, he plays his role.

The elephant, A gentle giant, yet a force to behold,

With tusks like gleaming ivory towers,

He roams the land, where mighty rivers call.

His dung, a portion of earth's purest form, A remedy to calm the flu's storm.

In the rhythm of his steps, the earth sings a song, of his

wrinkled skin telling tales of old, of journeys taken, of stories untold.

In the realm where wildness reigns and beauty know no bounds,

The leopard stands, draped in spots of night's deepest black.

He moves unseen, a ghost in the moon's soft light.

Trapped by fences, roads, and snare, His freedom fades into thin air.

In the silence of the night, his presence is felt,

 In the twilight of his fading reign, the leopard still roams.

Oh, noble buffalo, how we owe you our gratitude,

For the gifts you bestow upon us are countless.

From horns curved like the crescent moon, fashioned into musical instruments,

to plop and splatter of dung upon the earth,

Oh! a promise of fertility, a rebirth, creating fertile soils for crops to flourish.

 As flames leap high, casting shadows tall, the horn's song rises.

Your kingdom is under siege!

For man, in his greed and ignorance, seeks your demise,

hunting you for your precious horn. But,

With armor thick as the bark of ancient baobab trees.

And a horn that gleams like polished ivory in the sun,

You stand, resilient and strong. Oh! Noble rhino.

 

Majestic and wise, they roam the dry African land,

 In their presence, the continent's stories of diverse cultures unfold.

Beneath the towering peaks of Kilimanjaro, they tread,

Their presence a blessing, a source of pride,

Their spirit lives beneath the skies.

For they ensure the balance of life, where all are fed.

 

BY: MATEUS RAHAB TONATENI