Zanzibar, a land of sun and sea, Where turquoise waters kiss the golden beach, A paradise where time seems to flee, And the whispers of history softly reach. The spice-scented air dances on the breeze, As palm trees sway in a rhythmic song, In every corner, a tale of seas, Of traders and legends that still belong. Stone Town’s streets, with their winding ways, Echo the footsteps of ancient days, The carved doors tell stories untold, Of love and conflict, of riches and gold. The dhow sails gently on the horizon's edge, Catching the sun's final golden pledge, While the moon rises with a gentle glow, Over the waves that ebb and flow. Zanzibar, a jewel in the Indian Sea, A place where hearts feel wild and free, A world where beauty and history meet, In every sunset, every heartbeat.