In the heart of ancient forests, their stories breathe,
Whispers of the earth, dancing with the leaves.
Guardians of the land, where spirits weave,
The sacred bond that no time can cleave.

Rivers carry their dreams, flowing through time,
Songs of wisdom, in rhythm and rhyme.
Mountains echo with their silent cries,
As the sky paints their legacy in endless skies.

They walk with the ancestors, in footprints old,
Custodians of secrets, in tales retold.
Their heritage, a tapestry of vibrant hues,
Woven with love, resilience, and truths.

In every sunrise, their hopes ignite,
A beacon of strength, in the gentle light.
Celebrating their voices, we stand as one,
Honoring the journey that’s just begun.