Roots connecting, branches meeting,
We stand tall.
Right here, right now,
But we were here before you were born, watched you grow.
Our fibres weave into history,
Sparked millions of years ago.
Come to us,
The murmuring breeze, the rustling leaves, the timeless spirit flow.

Yellow stripes, our messengers,
Humming the news from our motherland with loving greetings in between.
The web spinners, our dreamers,
Weaving tales of our nature into a shining silk scene.
The wings of imagination, our singers,
Soaring through our arms and whistling under the sunlight’s gleam.
Embracing her body, sensing her pulse,
We protect her in foliage and canopies of olive green.

Come to us,
Feel the connections,
The timeless spirit will show.