In the gentle morning light, the barangay awakes,
With whispers of the wind and sunlit lakes.
Children’s laughter dances through the air,
A community bound by love and care.

Under the banyan tree, elders share tales,
Of brave ancestors and adventurous trails.
Wisdom flows like the river, deep and wide,
Anchoring the barangay in its pride.

Market stalls brim with vibrant hues,
Aromas of spices in the morning dews.
Voices mingle in a harmonious song,
A testament to where we all belong.

As stars emerge in the evening sky,
Lanterns glow, and spirits fly high.
Through every cycle of night and day,
The heartbeat of the barangay finds its way.