Bkurengel

In a village called Bkurrengel, so grand, On the west coast of Babeldaob, it stands. With its beauty and charm, oh so divine, A place where the sun and moon intertwine. In Bkurrengel, a legend is told, Of a god named Iechadrengel, wise and bold. He created the sun and moon up high, And in this village, he dwelled in the sky. The people of Bkurrengel, full of cheer, They honor their god, year after year. With songs and dances, they celebrate, Iechadrengel's blessings, they appreciate. The sun shines brightly, warming the land, The moon casts its glow, like a guiding hand. In Bkurrengel, the day and night are blessed, By Iechadrengel, the god they love best. So let us remember this village so fair, Bkurrengel, a place beyond compare. With its rich history and tales untold, A magical place where legends unfold. Random page: Nwifuru Francis