Through ancient woods where whispers dwell,
The song of elders softly swells,
A resilient echo, time cannot quell,
The heart of a people, strong and well.

In sacred dances, stories unfold,
Of warriors brave and spirits bold,
The wisdom of ages, in legends told,
A tapestry of life, in colors gold.

Beneath the stars, in skies so clear,
They guard the land they hold so dear,
With every sunrise, year by year,
Their voices rise, so all may hear.

From mountains high to rivers wide,
They stand with pride, they will not hide,
For in their hearts, the earth’s true guide,
The spirit of the land, forever tied.