Poetry
1 min
The Valley’s Queen
Angela Sangalang
Awaken from slumber, oh beauty asleep.
Shake off the shackles of your dewless curse.
For too long, lost are your pops of citrine and shades of jade.
Left parched and barren, you're the balding kingdom of a Valley in prayer.
Our tears refill your lakes and rivers while hoarse symphony pleads to heaven,
"Pour mercy on our majestic giant!
Bestow blessings upon our Holy Cross!
Quench fires in the Devil's Terrain!"
Emerge from the deluge, oh flourishing beauty.
Your grandstand is time, a sweeping testament of a resolute titan.
Persistently, you grasped the seeds of victory until the hour
burgeoned golds, jewels, Johnnys, and blue eyes.
Your pine and oak towers add laurels to your crown.
We rejoice in answered prayers and proven faith!
We are a Valley lazing in our Heart's Delight!
Behold, the evergreen embrace of heaven!
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