In whispers of the ancient trees,
The stories of the earth unfold,
Guardians of the sacred breeze,
With wisdom deeper than the gold.

Their footsteps mark the path of time,
Where rivers sing in gentle tones,
In every heartbeat, every rhyme,
The land remembers all they’ve known.

Beneath the stars, they dance and dream,
In harmony with moonlit skies,
The spirit of the land they deem
As endless as the eagle’s cries.

Let us learn from their embrace,
The harmony of earth and soul,
To honor every sacred space,
And let the future reflect the whole.