In the whispers of the ancient trees,
The songs of the elders still reside,
Their tales carried by the gentle breeze,
A testament to a culture’s pride.

Beneath the vast and starlit skies,
The footsteps of ancestors remain,
Their spirits in the land arise,
In every mountain, river, and plain.

The wisdom of the earth they keep,
In rituals and dances grand,
A legacy that runs so deep,
In every grain of sacred sand.

Though time may change the world we see,
Their essence in our hearts will stay,
In unity and harmony,
The indigenous will light our way.