Under the azure sky, a symbol of pride,
Colors woven with dreams, hopes inside,
Each thread tells a story of a nation’s grace,
A testament to strength, in every space.

It flutters in the wind, a dance of freedom,
A beacon of unity, in every season,
Through trials and triumphs, it stands tall,
A reminder of the rise after the fall.

With every stripe and star, a legacy unfurls,
A blend of cultures, in this vast world,
The flag, a canvas of history and love,
A symbol of peace, like the olive dove.

So let it wave, in the morning light,
A sign of valor, shining so bright,
For under its shade, we find our way,
Guided by its spirit, every single day.