In the whispers of the wind, their stories unfold,
Echoes of ancestors, in the twilightâs hold.
Where rivers run free, and mountains stand tall,
The spirit of the land, answers nature’s call.
Beneath the canopy of stars, they dance and sing,
The heartbeat of the drum, a sacred ring.
Wisdom in their eyes, and strength in their soul,
A life intertwined, with the earth as a whole.
Through trials and triumphs, their legacy remains,
A testament to endurance, through joy and pains.
In harmony with nature, they find their way,
Guided by the sun, and the break of day.
The past and present, in a delicate embrace,
Preserving traditions, with a gentle grace.
In the stillness of night, and the light of morn,
The essence of their spirit, forever reborn.