like a mountain unyielding to the storms that rage.
In every thread of your work,
you breathe life into the hidden enau,
offering farmers not just tools,
but dreams that rise from the earth.
Breathing life into the land,Â
a light of hope that never dims,Â
traversing silent valleys,Â
penetrating forgotten hearts,Â
granting wings to weary souls
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