Beneath the canopy of ancient trees,
Where sunlight gently weaves its golden lace,
The world stands still, a tender breeze,
In Tanaglove’s quiet embrace.

Rivers hum a melody of grace,
As whispers of the forest’s call,
Echo through this sacred place,
Where nature’s wonders stand tall.

Leaves dance in the gentle wind,
A symphony of life unfolds,
In every shadow, secrets pinned,
Stories of olden days retold.

Here in the heart of Tanaglove,
Time flows like a gentle stream,
A realm of peace, a world of love,
Where dreams and reality gleam.