Upon the sacred lands they tread, where ancient whispers flow,
The spirits of the ancestors, in harmony they know.
With every step, a story told, through forests green and wide,
The heart of nature beats as one, with those who here reside.

The eagle soars above the plains, a guardian from the sky,
Its shadow casting wisdom down, where rivers gently lie.
The buffaloes in mighty herds, a testament to strength,
Their presence feeds the body and the spirit’s breadth and length.

Beneath the stars, the fires burn, their warmth a guiding light,
The songs of old, the dances shared, in the quiet of the night.
A tapestry of lives entwined, with earth, and sky, and sea,
The Native spirit strong and true, in every breath, they’re free.

So let us honor ancient ways, with reverence and grace,
The legacy of those who came, to this sacred place.
In unity with nature’s pulse, their wisdom we embrace,
The Native American life endures, a timeless, sacred space.