09/10/2025
The Roots Never Forget
We walk upon this sacred ground,
our steps echo the songs of old.
The roots beneath still hold the sound
of battles fought, of stories told.
They bore the weight of endless strife,
their blood became the rivers’ flow.
Through sacrifice, they gave us life,
so seeds of hope could rise and grow.
Now every breath, each rising sun,
reminds us of the price they paid.
The roots and flowers are ever one—
their love, their courage, never fade.
And so we vow, with steady hands,
to guard this earth where spirits rest.
The past still lives within these lands,
the roots remember—
we are blessed.
