In the cradle of valleys deep and wide,
Where rivers weave tales of ancient pride,
The land breathes softly with every dawn,
Its spirit unbroken, though ages have gone.

Mountains stand like guardians old,
Echoing stories that history told.
Forests whisper in the winds of change,
Yet roots hold firm, in strength they range.

Voices unite in a harmonious song,
Celebrating where we all belong.
Bound by dreams and visions shared,
In unity, our future is dared.

A tapestry woven with threads of grace,
In every heart, a sacred place.
Through trials we rise, hand in hand,
Together we build this cherished land.