In the heart of the savannah, 'neath the African sky,
A tale unfolds of a life, a journey, oh, so high.
Beneath the baobab's shade, where stories are spun,
How will I depart when my time is done?

Will it be in the rhythm of the tribal drum,
Amidst the whispers of ancestors, hum by hum?
Beneath the acacia's branches, where lions roam free,
In nature's embrace, will my spirit find glee?

Shall I rest with the sunset, a fiery display,
As the horizon ignites, marking the end of the day?
In the dance of the rain, on the red-earthed ground,
Will my essence, like droplets, be joyously found?

Ancestors' whispers linger in the rustling leaves,
Tales of life and death, where the soul believes.
In the cradle of Africa, where spirits soar high,
I'll find my farewell in the African sky.