In the heart of the forest, where ancient trees stand tall,
Echoes of ancestors’ songs weave through the leaves,
A tapestry of wisdom, shared in whispers small,
Carried by the wind, where the spirit never grieves.

Rivers flow with stories, of days long past,
Their waters speak of resilience, strength untold,
In every ripple, a memory meant to last,
A heritage of courage, in nature’s fold.

Beneath the moon’s gentle gaze, dances of old renew,
Feet move in harmony with earth’s sacred beat,
Celebrating life’s cycles, in rhythms true,
A sacred bond between the land and heartbeat.

From mountains high to valleys deep, their spirit roams,
Guardians of earth’s treasures, keepers of the flame,
In every corner of the world, they call it home,
Honoring the past, with each spoken name.