Beneath the canopy of emerald green,
Where ancient spirits softly convene,
The songs of ancestors fill the air,
In this sacred grove, beyond compare.

Rivers flow with a gentle grace,
Reflecting stories etched on every face,
Mountains stand as guardians old,
Of secrets whispered, and legends told.

The wind carries tales of days gone by,
As eagles soar across the sky,
In the heartland of the native soul,
Nature’s embrace makes us whole.

Through seasons’ dance, the cycles turn,
In every leaf, a lesson to learn,
The heart of the land beats strong and true,
A timeless bond, both old and new.