In the whispering winds of ancient trees,
Their stories dance among the leaves,
Guardians of the earth and sky,
Their wisdom flows, never to die.

Mountains echo their sacred songs,
Rivers carry their dreams along,
With every sunrise, a tale unfolds,
In the heart of lands, their spirit holds.

Through trials of time, they stand so strong,
Their voices rise against the wrong,
In unity, they weave their lore,
A tapestry rich in love and more.

Let us honor their noble fight,
Preserve their culture, their guiding light,
For in their journey, we find our way,
A path of respect, where all can stay.