In the gentle cradle of the barangay,
Where whispers of the wind play through the leaves,
Life unfolds in rhythmic, tender sway,
Binding souls with stories time weaves.

Beneath the canopy of ancient trees,
Children chase dreams in the golden light,
Laughter echoes in the evening breeze,
As day surrenders softly to the night.

Elders gather with wisdom to share,
Tales of yesteryears in voices soft,
Threads of history woven with care,
In the heart of the barangay aloft.

The barangay breathes with a gentle grace,
A tapestry of life, rich and deep,
Where every heart finds its cherished place,
In its embrace, our dreams safely keep.