Beneath the endless azure sky,
Where eagles soar and spirits fly,
The earth sings songs of days gone by,
Of Native lands, where hearts reside.

The rivers whisper tales untold,
Of warriors brave, of souls so bold,
In forests deep, where silence holds,
The ancient truths, the stories old.

The fire’s glow, the drums’ deep beat,
Echoes of life, so rich, so sweet,
Through trials faced, they find their feet,
In unity, their spirits meet.

The moon above, a guiding light,
Through darkest times, through endless night,
The Native heart, forever bright,
In harmony, their world is right.