Ode to the Southern Cross My South Africa

 In the land of the Southern Cross,


Where the savannah meets the sea,

Lies a land of vibrant colours,

A place called South Africa, free.


The sun rises in golden hues,

And sets in a fiery blaze,

Painting the sky with a myriad of colours,

A stunning sight to amaze.


The mountains rise in jagged peaks,

The valleys lie in verdant green,

The wildlife roams in vast herds,

The wilderness is the place to be seen.


From Cape Town to Johannesburg,

Durban to Port Elizabeth,

The cities pulse with life and rhythm,

A melting pot of cultures that never miss.


In the townships and rural lands,

The people sing and dance,

Their voices rising in harmony,

Celebrating their African heritage, a chance.


South Africa is a land of contrasts,

Of hope and despair, light and shade,

But through it all, the spirit endures,

A nation that cannot be swayed.


So come and visit, and you'll see,

The beauty of this land,

The warmth of its people, the richness of its culture,

And the freedom that makes it grand.

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