The First Banner

Whispers in the breeze, a silent call,

Where hope and history entwine and fall.

A banner rising in the morning light,

Carried forth on wings of dawn’s first sight.

Not for riches, nor for fame’s loud cheer,

But for a dream that’s sincere.

Through storms and shadowed skies,

It’s the spirit that never dies.

A symbol in the wind’s embrace,

Drawing us to a better place.

First banner in the sky so blue,

Guiding hearts, so brave and true.

A mark of unity’s shining face,

Lighting paths through time and space.

Where wild winds roar and stories blend,

It’s a call to rise and mend.

Not for gold, nor battles won,

But for justice, for everyone.

Hold the banner high and free,

In every heart, let’s believe.

For the first banner’s sacred glow,

Sings of hope that we all know.