In the quiet embrace of morning light,
My hometown whispers tales untold,
Where every street and corner bright,
Holds memories that never grow old.

The scent of pine and blooming flowers,
Mingles with the laughter of the breeze,
Children playing, lost in hours,
Beneath the shade of ancient trees.

The river flows with gentle grace,
Reflecting skies of azure blue,
In its depths, the past we trace,
Of moments shared, and love so true.

As twilight falls, the stars appear,
Guiding hearts with their soft glow,
My hometown, forever dear,
In its arms, I always know.