The Giraffe's Serenade
Beneath the sun's unyielding glow,
Where endless golden grasses grow,
The giraffe strides with quiet grace,
A towering dream in a boundless space.
Her neck ascends, a gentle arc,
Reaching where the clouds embark,
To sip the leaves, so green, so rare,
From acacia’s arms stretched high in air.
The wind hums soft, a timeless tune,
A whisper shared with the silver moon,
As shadows stretch and colors blend,
She walks where earth and heavens end.
The lion prowls, the cheetah speeds,
The zebra darts through swaying reeds,
But she moves slow, serene, apart,
Her steady rhythm, a beating heart.
The rains will come, the rivers rise,
The seasons shift beneath her eyes,
Yet still she stands, both strong and free,
A spirit etched in eternity.
Oh, gentle guardian of the plain,
With every step, a soft refrain,
Of life that blooms and softly fades,
In the Serengeti’s sunlit glades.
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