Savanna Ages

The sun rises, a bucketfull of gold. 
The sky rages, its hardest hue to hold.
The land's prizes, ever hidden and untold, 
Savanna Ages, the regal new and old.

Watch the land sing! 
It has conquered the night.
The fauna plays, a most wonderful sight.
A floral ring, reaching toward the light.
Another day, its promises excite.

And now observe, with vision in the east, 
Grand, majestic, all hail the king of beasts.
Hard to perturb, united in one feast
Preserving the circle, never to cease.