Whispering winds carry tales of old,
Of dreams and destiny, brave and bold.
In every stone and leaf, a story’s spun,
A legacy begun beneath the sun.
The rivers sing with voices clear,
Guiding the heart that longs to steer.
Through shadowed nights and dawn’s first light,
They lead the soul toward the right.
Ancient trees stand tall and wise,
Guardians of truth in watchful eyes.
Their roots delve deep where secrets hide,
A refuge for the child’s sweet pride.
The moon’s soft glow will softly guide,
Through darkness deep, with gentle stride.
A beacon shining in the night,
To turn the shadows into light.
The world awakens with a sacred call,
A song of hope for one and all.
In Scarborough’s embrace, find your way,
A tomorrow born from today.
Heaven’s whispers in the breeze,
Carry your dreams across the seas.
And in your heart, let courage bloom,
A flower born amid the gloom.
Hold tight to love’s eternal flame,
And never fear what fate may name.
For in this land, both wild and free,
Your spirit’s boundless destiny.










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