We Are the Roots and the Flowers

We stand on the ground. Where stories were told. The rivers still

whisper. The mountains still hope. Every step we take.

Every breath we claim. Carries the echoes. Carries the flame. We are more

than shadows. More than dreams. We are the thread in ancient scenes.

We are the roots and the flowers. The rain and the sun.

The quiet powers rising together. Stronger each hour. We are the roots and the

flowers. Our voices like thunder. Our hearts like the drum.

We march to a rhythm. Where all become one. The past in