In the cradle of the ancient woods,Where the whispering pines stand tall,The spirit of the land unfolds,Guiding the brave and wise in all.The gentle stream sings tales of old,Of warriors’ courage and elders’ grace,The earth beneath a sacred hold,In every stone, a story’s trace.The dance of fire beneath the moon,Echoes of drums in rhythmic flight,Celebrates the bond and tune,Of life and nature, day and night.Through changing seasons, paths entwine,With nature’s gifts, a life embraced,The legacy of time’s design,In every heart, a history traced.