In the quiet dawn, a whisper begins,
Where hands join in a circle of grace,
The spirit of Bayanihan, woven in kin,
A tapestry of hope, in every face.

Through fields green and rivers wide,
Together we carry the burdens of life,
In unity, our hearts abide,
Turning struggles into strength, ending strife.

Beneath the starlit canopy, dreams unfold,
As laughter echoes in the evening breeze,
Stories of old and new, softly told,
Binding us together, in moments of ease.

In every heartbeat, a promise we find,
A future built on shared hands and dreams,
With Bayanihan in spirit and mind,
We rise, as one, where hope brightly beams.