In whispers of the ancient trees, their stories lie,
Carved in the earth, beneath the open sky.
A tapestry of cultures, woven with care,
The heartbeat of the land, a legacy rare.

Through rivers and mountains, their spirits roam,
Guardians of the earth, their eternal home.
With wisdom of ages, they nurture the soil,
Their harmonious existence, a testament of toil.

Voices of the past, guiding the present,
In every sunrise, their essence is evident.
They dance with the wind, sing with the rain,
A symphony of life, in joy and pain.

Let us honor their path, walk hand in hand,
Embrace their heritage, understand.
For in their resilience, we find strength anew,
The echoes of their journey, forever true.