She Just Walks Around With It

In the golden savannah where the wild grasses sway,
A spotted silhouette leaps, in a dance with the day.
With eyes like amber lanterns that pierce through the light,
A cheetah moves in silence, a phantom draped in twilight.

Sprint and stride, in a rhythm like a drum,
Beating in the heart of the land where it’s from.
The whispering grasses tell tales of its speed,
A burst of pure energy, a living sunbeam.

With tear marks painting tales on its face,
It races with the wind, a boundless embrace.
In the land where horizons kiss the sky’s golden hue,
The cheetah runs free, a streak of sunlit dew.

Each step is a symphony, each leap a song,
In the dance of the wild, where cheetahs belong.
A flash of spotted gold in the sunlight’s gleam,
Chasing the horizon, living the savannah dream.

Under the watchful gaze of the African sun,
The cheetah's heart beats in rhythm with the run.
Across the plains, where acacias stand tall,
The cheetah’s sprint echoes, a wild, freeing call.

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