Like the molave, mighty and long,
We rise, united, in poetic throng.
Our voices blend, a harmonious song.
Like molave roots that firmly hold,
Our bond unbreakable, bold,
Through trials, weathered, we shall not fold,
Unyielding spirits, stories yet untold.
Our voices like molave leaves, vibrant and green,
Singing tales of love, unseen,
Whispers of hope that fill the scene,
Nurturing dreams, our message keen.
Let our words soar, like the molave's seed,
Scattered by winds, spreading creed,
Planting seeds of unity, the world we need,
Growing together, a world indeed.
Oh, molave, symbol of strength and grace,
Your essence guides our poetic chase,
In you, we find resilience, life's embrace,
A choir united, in molave's embrace.