In the whispers of the ancient trees,
The spirits of the land arise,
Guardians of the sacred breeze,
Their wisdom echoes through the skies.
With each step on this hallowed ground,
Stories of old begin to weave,
A tapestry of life profound,
In every breath, their truths believe.
The rivers sing in gentle tones,
The mountains stand as timeâs decree,
In every stone, their historyâs known,
A legacy of harmony.
Oh, indigenous souls so wise,
Your bond with Earth we hold dear,
Through your eyes, we realize,
The worldâs true beauty crystal clear.