In the whispers of the ancient woods, they speak,
Guardians of the earth, their spirits never weak,
With every step they take, the land they heal,
An eternal bond, unbroken, firm, and real.

From mountain peaks to rivers wide and free,
Their heritage flows like an endless sea,
Songs of the past, with wisdom so deep,
In their hearts, the memories they keep.

Beneath the sky, where stars align,
Their stories shine like the sun’s first sign,
A tapestry woven with threads of old,
Rich in history, a legacy untold.

Let us honor the paths they tread,
With respect for the words they’ve said,
For in their culture, we find our way,
Through the echoes of their voices, we stay.