In Ceilao's embrace, my roots intertwine,
Where Adams Peak rises, a sentinel divine.
In Batadomba Lena's shadow, secrets unfold,
Whispers of ancients, their stories retold.
Caves cradle echoes of Homo sapiens' past,
In Batathota Lena, where legacies last.
The lush Sinhraja Forest, a treasure untamed,
A living heritage, nature's beauty proclaimed.
Emerald canopies shelter wild spirits' grace,
In this vibrant haven, life finds its place.
From rustling leaves to the rivers' soft flow,
In this sacred land, my heart's warmth will grow.
With every dawn's light, the jungle awakens,
A symphony of life where silence is shaken.
The call of the peacock, the dance of the breeze,
In this enchanted realm, my soul finds its ease.
Through mist-laden mornings, the ancient paths wind,
Leading to whispers of the past intertwined.
In the heart of the forest, where time stands still,
Every moment a treasure, every breath a thrill.
