I am the child of this land
I have seen the seasons change
Under the same sky, I have grown old.
I have seen the snow melt,
The rivers laugh,
And the hands of farmers,
Turn rough with toil.

I am the child of this soil,
Where every leaf whispers
Of the ancient tales,
Where every stone,
Has felt the warmth of the sun.

But tell me, friend,
What is it that we lost?
Was it the laughter of the wind?
The silence of the stars?
Or was it something in us,
That we forgot to keep alive?