In the whispering winds of ancient lands,
Where sacred rivers carve their timeless paths,
The echoes of the ancestors stand,
A testament to resilience in their hearths.

Beneath the canopy of emerald green,
Stories of the earth are softly spoken,
Through the rustling leaves, truths are seen,
Of traditions deep and unbroken.

The drumbeats of the past still resonate,
In hearts that hold the wisdom of the old,
A heritage that time cannot abate,
A legacy of courage and of gold.

Let us honor the guardians of the land,
Whose spirits dance with the rising sun,
In unity, together we will stand,
Embracing the journey they have begun.