With every gust of wind, it dances free,
The colors bold, a sight to see.
A symbol of hope, of pride, and might,
Under the sky, both day and night.

Threads woven tight, stories they tell,
Of battles fought, where heroes fell.
Each stripe, each star, a tale of old,
In every fold, legends unfold.

From dawn’s first light to twilight’s glow,
It flutters high, through rain and snow.
A beacon bright, for all to view,
In red, white, blue, so pure and true.

Together we stand, hand in hand,
United under this flag so grand.
Its presence strong, forever stay,
Guiding us through night and day.