In the tapestry of life we weave, Threads of colors, bold and fine, Each hue a story, each shade a…
In fields where golden whispers bloom, The dandelions dance in the afternoon, Their fragile seeds take flight in the breeze,…
In the quiet tick of the clock’s embrace, Time moves with grace, an endless chase. Moments slip through fingers like…
In the endless loop of time and space, We find ourselves in a constant chase, A circle that knows no…
In fields of gold, where wheat does sway, Carbohydrates, our daily ray, From grains and fruits, they weave their thread,…
In the quiet moments of dawn, I breathe, A gentle whisper of life through the air, Each breath a testament…
In veins it flows, a river deep and true, A scarlet tide that binds us, me and you. Pulsing with…
In the quiet dawn, she rises with the sun, Bearing the weight of dreams yet to come, Her heart, a…
In the heart of the barangay, where laughter weaves its thread, Children play in sunlit fields, with dreams that gently…
In silent streams, where whispers flow, A tale of life begins to grow. Crystal-clear, it journeys wide, Through valleys deep…