In the heart of the village, where stories are spun,
Lies a tale of unity, under the golden sun.
Hands intertwined, spirits soar and rise,
A tapestry of hope beneath the boundless skies.

A bamboo house lifted on shoulders strong,
Laughter and songs echo, where we belong.
Together we move, as one heartbeat, one soul,
In the dance of bayanihan, we become whole.

Through fields of green and rivers wide,
We gather strength, with love as our guide.
The weight of the world lightened by many,
A shared journey, making burdens plenty.

In unity, we find our strength anew,
A testament of what a village can do.
Bayanihan, a legacy, forever to hold,
A story of togetherness, timeless and bold.