In fields where whispers meet the dawn,
A tapestry of dreams is spun,
Threads of voices, softly drawn,
Weaving hearts as one begun.
Through storms that test the bonds we share,
Our spirits rise, undaunted, free,
In unity, we breathe the air,
A choir of souls in harmony.
Mountains high and rivers wide,
Together we shall bridge, embrace,
In every heart, a guide inside,
Lighting paths with love and grace.
Oh, gentle symphony of light,
In diversity, strength we find,
A world where every soul’s in sight,
United, dreams forever bind.