Beneath the canopy of emerald leaves,
Where the spirit of the earth breathes,
Echoes of ancestors softly sing,
In the dance of nature’s sacred ring.

Rivers whisper secrets of the old,
Tales of wisdom, courage, and gold,
Mountains stand as guardians tall,
Witnesses to the rise and fall.

The wind carries voices of the past,
Through valleys wide and shadows cast,
Stars guide the journey of the brave,
Across the land, from birth to grave.

In the heart of this ancient land,
We find the touch of nature’s hand,
Harmony in every living thing,
A testament to the eternal spring.