In Manila's heart where all history meets, The Tagalog tongue sings through crowded streets. Whispers of age-old tales, in verses spun, Echo in voices where stories begun. Beneath banyan trees, secrets softly glide, A dance of words that the breezes confide. Each syllable flows like rivers serene, Binding the past with the now, unseen. Stars crown the night above cities' sprawl, While the language of night softly calls. It speaks of mountains and seas that embrace, In Tagalog's song, they find their own place. Through the voices of people, proud and strong, Floats a melody both ancient and long. Gentle and fierce, like waves on a shore, In Tagalog beats a heart, to adore.