Beneath the arch of woven dreams, we stand,
A shield from storms that rage and tear the sky,
An umbrella of hopes held in our hand,
Defying rain, we let our spirits fly.

With every drop that meets its outstretched wings,
A story of resilience softly told,
It shelters hearts and all the love they bring,
In gentle whispers, courage it unfolds.

Through winds that howl and clouds that darkly loom,
This humble canopy becomes our shield,
A beacon in the night, a light in gloom,
To every broken soul, it helps to heal.

So let the tempest come, let thunder roar,
For in the storm, we find our strength anew,
The umbrella of dreams, we’ll hold before,
And walk together through the rain and dew.