In the heart of ancient lands, where history breathes,
Whispers of Wika dance with the breeze,
Echoes of time woven in the trees,
Stories untold, carried by the leaves.

Under the moonlit sky, secrets unfold,
Mysteries of the past in shadows bold,
Silent voices of ancestors, timeless and old,
Guiding us gently, as the night grows cold.

The rivers sing songs of forgotten lore,
Their currents a tapestry of dreams galore,
Flowing through valleys, mountains, and more,
Painting the landscape with tales to explore.

In Wika’s embrace, we find our place,
A connection to earth, a sacred space,
Where the spirit of nature leaves its trace,
Binding our hearts in a gentle grace.