In the gentle rustle of the leaves,
Wika dances in the softest breeze,
A symphony of whispers in the night,
Embracing shadows with pure delight.
Her voice, a melody in quiet streams,
Echoing through the woven dreams,
Painting skies with hues of grace,
In her embrace, we find our place.
Like moonlight on the tranquil sea,
Wikaâs song sets the spirit free,
A tender touch, a fleeting glance,
She weaves the world in a timeless dance.
In every heart, her essence lingers,
Guiding souls with gentle fingers,
Through the silence, her truth unfolds,
In Wikaâs wisdom, the world beholds.