In the heart of ancient forests deep,
Where spirits of the earth eternally sleep,
Whispering winds tell tales of yore,
Of native souls who walked before.
Mountains rise with timeless grace,
Guardians of this sacred place,
Rivers sing in gentle flow,
Echoes of the life they sow.
Beneath the sky so vast and wide,
Eagles soar with wings of pride,
Nature’s voice in every breeze,
Harmony in the rustling trees.
In the dance of sun and moon,
The land hums its ancient tune,
A melody of unity,
Bound with nature’s legacy.