Beneath the vast and endless sky,
A flag whispers tales untold,
Waving softly in the morning light,
Its colors bold, its stories old.

It speaks of dreams and hopes anew,
Of journeys past, of hearts so true,
Each thread woven with care and love,
A symbol flying high above.

In the quiet morn, it dances free,
Telling tales of unity,
A beacon in the gentle breeze,
Binding us with memories.

So watch it wave, and let it sing,
Of freedom, peace, and everything,
A flag that whispers in the light,
Holding our dreams within its flight.