In the whispers of the ancient trees, they speak,
Echoes of a time before the world’s rush,
Guardians of the earth, their spirits unique,
In their stories, our souls find a hush.

With feet that tread lightly on sacred ground,
They dance to the rhythm of nature’s song,
Wisdom in their hearts, traditions profound,
Weaving heritage that remains strong.

Through trials faced with unwavering grace,
Their resilience shines like the morning sun,
A testament to the enduring embrace,
Of a culture that will not be undone.

Let us honor their journey, their path so true,
Cherish the lessons they have to give,
For in their legacy, we see anew,
The essence of what it means to truly live.