In the quiet rustle of ancient leaves,
Echoes of wisdom flow through the trees.
Guardians of Earth, with stories untold,
Their spirits vibrant, timeless, and bold.

Beneath the vast sky where eagles soar,
They nurture the land, forevermore.
Through sacred songs and dances of grace,
They honor the earth, a shared sacred space.

Rivers and mountains, whispers of old,
Tell tales of courage, stories of gold.
In harmony with nature, their lives are spun,
Weaving the fabric where all is one.

Yet shadows of past injustices remain,
A reminder of struggles, of loss, and pain.
But like the sun rising, their hope renews,
A testament of strength, in every hue.