The Golden Lipstick Chameleon, an Undescribed Beauty

Somewhere over the rainbow, a realm of pure delight,

    In eastern Africa's embrace, where day turns softly night.

There, beneath the sun's warm gaze, it paints the earth anew,

    While whispers of the distant Kili bid the day adieu.

A land untouched by wanderers, where secrets sweetly flow,

     Hides a treasure rare and golden, in shadows it does glow.

A chameleon, vibrant and bold, with lips of crimson hue,

     Dressed in nature's finest art, as kissed by morning dew.

Golden is his armor, a shield from foes unseen,

     Protecting him with gentle grace, like sunlight on the green.

Two daggers, sharp and vivid, in hues as deep as dawn,

     Guard his home in heights above, where dreams and skies are drawn.

With a playful dance of colors, it escapes the scholar's gaze,

     Unnamed, it roams the verdant wild, in freedom's gentle haze.

Proudly it dwells, a jeweled spirit, in nature's tender clasp,

     A magical creature, free and wild, in the world's elusive grasp.