Beneath the ancient, towering trees, their whispers softly blend,
With stories of the land and sea, where sacred rivers bend.
The echoes of their ancestors, in every breeze they send,
A legacy of wisdom, that time cannot transcend.

The earth beneath their feet, a tapestry of lore,
Each step they take, a dance, connecting to the core.
Their spirits intertwined with nature’s endless score,
Guardians of the land, preserving evermore.

In painted skies and starry nights, their histories are told,
A rich and vibrant culture, timeless and bold.
They speak in tongues of ancient rites, in stories manifold,
Their heritage a treasure, more precious than gold.

Oh, noble hearts of steadfast might, endure through every plight,
Your strength a beacon shining, in the darkest night.
With courage and with grace, you fight for what is right,
The spirit of your people, forever burning bright.