In the gentle dawn of our shared aspirations,
We gather as one, hearts intertwined,
Beneath the shade of our ancestral trees,
We carry dreams, woven with hope’s thread.

The rhythm of footsteps, a symphony of unity,
Hands reach out, lifting burdens with grace,
Echoes of laughter, the music of kinship,
As we forge paths through fields of promise.

In the warmth of the sun, we find our strength,
Each effort a testament to our shared spirit,
Building bridges with the stones of perseverance,
Crafting futures with the clay of resilience.

As dusk embraces the horizon’s edge,
We stand together, shadows merging,
In the dance of bayanihan, we find our light,
A tapestry of unity, woven through time.