In the whisper of the wind through ancient pines,
Echoes of wisdom from a time long past,
The spirit of the land, in sacred signs,
Guides the footsteps that walk this path.

Beneath the sky of endless blue,
The stories of the earth unfold,
In the dance of fire, in the morning dew,
A heritage of strength and soul.

Rivers sing with the voice of elders,
Mountains stand as guardians old,
The heart of a people, fierce and tender,
In every sunrise, their tales are told.

In the quiet of the night, under stars so bright,
Dreams weave the threads of generations,
A tapestry of life, proud and upright,
Native American legacies, timeless creations.