In the morning light, it flutters high,
A tapestry woven against the sky,
With hues that whisper tales of yore,
A silent dance, forevermore.

Beneath its folds, stories reside,
Of battles fought and dreams that guide,
Its colors bold, a vibrant song,
In every heart, it does belong.

It catches the breeze, a gentle sway,
A symbol bright to lead the way,
With every wave, a promise made,
Of hope and peace, it does cascade.

Stand tall beneath its shadowed grace,
A beacon strong in every place,
For in its threads, we find our voice,
In unity, we all rejoice.