In the heart of ancient forests, where spirits dance and sing,
The whispering woods of native lands, where nature is the king.
Tall trees stand like guardians, their branches reaching high,
Underneath the boundless sky, where eagles freely fly.

Rivers flow with wisdom, through valleys rich and green,
The harmony of life unseen, in a world serene.
Each leaf, each stone, a story told, of times long past and old,
A tapestry of life unfolds, in whispers soft and bold.

The sacred mountains watch o’er plains, their peaks touch the divine,
In every shadow, every light, a history so fine.
The drumbeats of the earth resound, in rhythms pure and true,
The heartbeat of the land profound, in every morning dew.

So let us honor native lands, with reverence and grace,
Protect the beauty of this place, for every future face.
The whispering woods call out to us, in voices ancient, wise,
To cherish, love, and recognize, the nature in disguise.