In ancient time
between mountains where whispers blend
There stood a town, Quilayán by name
A sanctuary of harmony

Founded by Shamans, wise and old
Their lives to nature's balance sold
Led by old wise
A sacred grove they sought to find

Pulsing with mystical and ancient forces
The grove was found, their sacred bower
Around it, Quilayán began to grow
With homes from trees, a gentle show

In communion with nature, they thrived
Guided by wisdom, their spirits revived
Respect for the land in their hearts did dwell

Legends spoke of a guardian, Dulë́klö
A jaguar command of nature
Eyes like forest pools, deep and wise
His presence commanded reverence

Summoning nature's force
In times of peril, he rose to defend
Roots ambush foes, storms did send

Shamans, seekers from far and wide
To Quilayán's lore were deeply tied
Embracing balance with nature's call
Inspired by Quilayán, one and all

Though Quilayán now in legend resides
Its spirit in conservation abides
A tale of harmony
Quilayán and Dulë́klö, a beacon of light
now in legend resides