the trébolian forest 

 Oh Trébol, weave your anthem through the skies,

Where radiant notes in shimmering echoes rise.
With ultralight wings o’er verdant treetops glide,
Where mystic hongos in their silent splendor bide.

Our hearts unite, with laughter bold and free,
In friendship’s glow, eternal as the sea.
Through Trebolian woods, where paramotors hum,
The mushrooms bloom, their secrets softly sung.

We’ll sing once more, when dawn renews the day,
In Trebolian light, where dreams will find their way.
Pilots twirl through clouds in joyous, boundless flight,
While oyster hongos veil the earth in starlit night.