Beneath the ancient canopy of stars, Wika breathes,
A tale untold, woven in the tapestry of dreams,
Her whispers echo through the silent night,
A gentle reminder of nature’s eternal seams.

In the cradle of the mountains, she sings her song,
A melody that dances with the morning dew,
Her voice, a symphony of forgotten lore,
Awakens the dawn, painting skies anew.

Through the whispers of the wind, her story flows,
Carved in the rivers, etched in the stone,
A timeless dance of shadows and light,
In her embrace, we are never alone.

Wika, a guardian of secrets profound,
Holds the keys to the past and beyond,
In her presence, we find solace and peace,
A timeless bond that forever responds.