In the whispers of the ancient trees,
Our stories dance in the gentle breeze.
Each leaf a page, each branch a line,
Of tales untold, of dreams divine.

The rivers carry our hopes afar,
Reflecting the light of the guiding star.
Through valleys and peaks, our voices sing,
A melody of life, an eternal spring.

Footprints on the sands of time remain,
Etched in the heart of the earth, our domain.
With every step, a legacy we weave,
In the tapestry of life, we believe.

As the sun sets on horizons vast,
Our spirit lingers, a shadow cast.
For in the echoes of our deeds and dreams,
We find the essence of what it means.