In the whispering winds of ancient trees,
Lie stories untold, in gentle breeze.
Echoes of ancestors, in earth and sky,
Guardians of wisdom, they never die.

Rivers weave tales through sacred grounds,
Songs of the elders, in nature’s sounds.
Mountains stand tall, with timeless grace,
Holding the spirit of a resilient race.

The dance of the fire, beneath starlit skies,
Reflect the dreams in their watchful eyes.
Traditions carried through time’s embrace,
A legacy woven in every space.

Let us honor their paths, in respect and peace,
For in their stories, wisdom does not cease.
With every heartbeat, the earth does sing,
Celebrating life in an eternal spring.