Back to the village, where dreams began,
Where rivers whisper, and mountains span.
A place of peace, where hearts are true,
Where the skies stretch wide in endless blue.

Fields of gold, with crops that sway,
Echo stories of a simpler day.
The air is pure, the winds so free,
Carrying songs of history.

Back to the village, where time slows down,
Far from the bustle of the crowded town.
A cradle of culture, of love and lore,
Where the soul finds rest, and the spirit soars.

The elders speak in wisdom’s tone,
Of seeds they’ve sown, of lives they’ve grown.
Their hands are calloused, their hearts are kind,
Teaching lessons that stay in mind.

The children laugh, their voices bright,
Chasing dreams in the golden light.
Their laughter rings through the evening air,
A melody of hope and care.

Back to the village, where unity thrives,
A tapestry of intertwined lives.
Neighbors gather in the twilight’s glow,
Sharing tales only they would know.

Innovation meets tradition here,
A future forged with love sincere.
With every brick and every stone,
The village rebuilds what it has known.

Oh, Back2Village, our hearts you claim,
With roots so deep, yet not the same.
For we return, not just to stay,
But to uplift, to build, to pave the way.

A place where dreams are sown in earth,
And actions measure one’s true worth.
Where every hand, both young and old,
Shapes a future strong and bold.

Back to the village, a guiding star,
Reminding us who we truly are.
Through every field and every stream,
We reclaim our shared, eternal dream.