In the gentle whisper of the dawn,
Lies the promise of a world reborn.
A tapestry woven with golden threads,
Where every soul in quiet harmony treads.
The winds carry songs of distant lands,
Uniting hearts with gentle hands.
Beneath the sky’s vast, embracing dome,
We find our shared and sacred home.
Rivers of kindness flow and merge,
Washing away the old, bitter surge.
In the silken threads of peace we weave,
New dreams arise, new hopes believe.
Let every heart a garden be,
Where seeds of love are sown and free.
In unity, let us all embrace,
The tender gift of a peaceful place.