In the morning light it dances high,
A tapestry of colors, bold and bright,
With every gust, a whisper of history,
A promise held, in its gentle flight.

Threads woven with tales of the past,
Each stitch a story, each color a dream,
United by hope and courage vast,
In its silent flutter, it reigns supreme.

Under its shade, diverse voices sing,
Harmonized in the symphony of the free,
With every wave, a new hope it brings,
A beacon for those who dare to see.

Guiding us through storms unknown,
A steadfast guide through night and day,
With every ripple, strength is shown,
In its embrace, we find our way.