In the heart of the ancient land,
Wika whispers tales untold,
Of mountains high and rivers grand,
In silence, mysteries unfold.
The trees sway with gentle grace,
Carrying secrets on the breeze,
Wika dances in this sacred space,
A symphony among the trees.
Stars above in endless night,
Guide the wandererâs weary feet,
Wika’s light, a beacon bright,
Where earth and sky in wonder meet.
In dreams we hear her gentle call,
A timeless song of hope and might,
Wika’s spirit embraces all,
In her embrace, we find our light.