Chapter 5
Here’s an expanded poetic version for Chapter 5,
In legends whispered through the ages' flow,
The Na tree stands, where ancient spirits glow.
A crown of history, a royal decree,
In its embrace, our ancestors roam free.
Beneath its boughs, the stories intertwine,
Of battles fought and victories divine.
A sacred grove, Ran Magura Wala's grace,
Paththni Dewalaya, a hallowed space.
Here, relics of truth are cherished and revered,
In this sacred haven, our lineage is cleared.
The air is thick with whispers of the wise,
Echoes of our forebears, beneath the skies.
With pride in our hearts, we claim our birthright,
Connected to the past, our spirits take flight.
Guardians of the grove, we honor the call,
In the shadow of the Na tree, we stand tall.
Each leaf a testament, each root a thread,
Binding us to the stories of the dead.
In the rustle of branches, their laughter we hear,
A chorus of memories, forever near.
As seasons turn and time weaves its design,
The Na tree endures, a symbol divine.
In its sheltering arms, our legacy grows,
A living connection, where love overflows.
So let us gather, beneath its wide span,
To honor our heritage, united we stand.
For in every heartbeat, in every prayer,
The spirit of the forest lives on in our care.
