2025-03-26
From ancient soil, we rise and tread,
Where whispers of the past are spread.
Through forests old and mountains high,
We chase the fading stars that lie.
The earth we knew, a fragile thing,
Now cracks beneath the weight of time’s wing.
But hope is born in every crack,
As we turn our gaze and never look back.
We journey forth with hearts ablaze,
Into the dawn of brighter days.
The skies will open, oceans clear,
A new earth calls, it draws us near.
The winds of change, they softly hum,
A song of worlds that will become.
No longer bound by shadows’ reign,
We walk through light, not fear, but gain.
The ground beneath, it heals and grows,
Where flowers bloom and sunlight glows.
The trees will whisper stories grand,
Of dreams fulfilled in a promised land.
Our footprints press on soil anew,
A world reborn in every hue.
From old earth’s dust, we rise again—
In love and peace, we shall remain.
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