While white lilies dance in golden hue,
sun and stone stand, steadfast, true—
the old world watches, joined by the new.
A vow the roots below still know,
unfolds beneath the evening glow.
Word by word, their threads align;
hearts, lives, roots all intertwine.
And as the stone continues to stand,
the sun sinks low, meeting the land.
While white lilies dance in violet hue,
a future rises, bright and new —
one now made up of us two.