In Limpopo’s embrace,

A vision fair,

A lady graced with nature’s tender care.

Beneath the African sun’s warm,

Golden hue,

She blooms like wildflowers,

In colors true.

Her eyes,

Deep pools reflecting ancient skies,

Hold secrets of the land where eagles rise.

Her laughter dances like a river’s flow,

In Limpopo’s heart,

Where wild spirits grow.

Her skin,

Like earth kissed by the morning light,

Her voice,

A melody that takes its flight.

In Limpopo’s embrace,

This lady’s grace,

A living poem in this enchanted place.

She is Dikobe.