In the heart of the forest, where Wika dwells,
The winds sing softly through ancient trees,
Unveiling secrets that the silence tells,
In whispers carried on the gentle breeze.

The streams reflect the sunlight’s golden gleam,
While shadows dance upon the forest floor,
In Wika’s realm, where nature’s quiet dream
Unfolds its magic, asking for no more.

Leaves rustle like a symphony of old,
Their melodies echo through the tranquil air,
In Wika’s arms, the stories sweetly told,
Of earth and sky, a harmony so rare.

Beneath the moon’s soft glow, the night reveals
The mysteries of Wika’s sacred land,
A tapestry of life that gently heals,
Woven by nature’s wise and gentle hand.