With trunk so strong,
And branches long.
An age old story,
Is told.
.
With leaves that fall,
The acacia stands tall.
Waiting to share,
It's secrets.
.
In grass so high,
The clouds roll by.
In the savannah lives
This tree.
.
Tranquil and bare,
The tree stands there.
Standing tall for,
Pictures taken.
.
Dear tree, stand proud,
Ignore the crowd.
The time for Africa,
Has come.
