Among the whispering pines, the elders speak,
Telling tales of land where spirits soar,
In sacred dance, the earth and sky meet,
Guiding paths of those who came before.

With feathers and dreams, the eagle flies,
Carrying hope across vast, open plains,
In harmony with the sun’s golden rise,
A bond with nature that forever remains.

Drumbeats echo through the starry night,
A rhythm of life, unbroken and strong,
Voices rise in the flickering firelight,
Singing stories of where they belong.

In every stream and mountain high,
The spirit of ancestors gently resides,
A living tapestry woven in the sky,
Guiding the footsteps of future strides.