In the heart of the barangay, where laughter intertwines,
Children play under mango trees, in carefree rhymes.
Elders gather, weaving tales of old,
Underneath the skies, painted in hues of gold.

The morning sun kisses the fields of green,
Where farmers toil, their dreams serene.
Unity thrives in every humble lane,
A tapestry of life, woven without disdain.

Evening falls with a gentle breeze,
Lanterns flicker, as shadows cease.
Songs of the barangay, a melody bright,
Guiding souls through the quiet night.

In every corner, stories silently unfold,
Of love, of hope, in whispers bold.
The barangay breathes, a living art,
Holding each soul, each beating heart.