Beneath the ancient canopy of verdant trees,
Where whispers of the past dance with the breeze,
The stories of the elders are woven in the sky,
A tapestry of wisdom that will never die.

From the rivers’ song to the mountains’ might,
The spirits of the land shine ever so bright,
Guardians of the earth, their legacy stands,
Etched in the soil, sculpted by their hands.

Their voices echo through the valleys and plains,
A melody of strength in joy and in pains,
With hearts intertwined with nature’s grand plan,
They teach us the harmony between earth and man.

Let us honor their path and learn from their grace,
Cherish their culture, every sacred place,
For in their stories lies a truth profound,
A timeless connection to which we are bound.