In the whispers of the ancient trees,
Lies the wisdom of the forgotten seas.
Through the valleys and the mountains high,
Their spirit soars, it will never die.

With every dawn, a story unfolds,
Of ancestors’ dreams and tales untold.
The rivers sing their sacred songs,
In harmony, where the heart belongs.

The earth beneath, a sacred ground,
Where traditions and cultures are found.
In dances under the moonlit skies,
Their legacy in the stars lies.

Guardians of land, protectors of time,
Their voices in the winds chime.
With reverence, we honor their name,
In unity, we light the flame.