Written by Tara Rice

The soil is sown with our skin and our bones
The ocean’s aflood with our cells and our blood
Constellations whisper in our ears
Harvesting, harvesting ideas

Fire has warmed us, love will transport us
From a drop, to a storm, to a stream, to an ocean
Motherland encourages our motion
From wellspring to thought from language to love, explosion

Oh, Afrika We all belong to this tapestry, this song
Born in this cradle, a sense of right and wrong
Lay back and count the shooting stars
Gaze above with love at who you are

Oh, Afrika