Upon the mast, a tale unfurls,
Colors bright against the sky,
In every stripe, a thousand worlds,
In every star, a dream flies high.

Woven threads of history’s grace,
In silence, they whisper and sing,
Echoes of battles, hopes in chase,
In the breeze, new dreams take wing.

Guardians of freedom, bold and true,
Their legacy dances in the wind,
A symbol of what we pursue,
In its folds, our hearts are pinned.

Together we stand, beneath its shade,
Bound by stories, old and new,
In unity, our dreams are laid,
In the flag, our spirits renew.