Beneath the canopy of emerald leaves,
Where ancient spirits softly breathe,
The whispers of the forest call,
Echoing through the ages, standing tall.

Rivers weave their tale of time,
Through sacred lands so pure, sublime,
Each ripple sings a native song,
Of harmony where we belong.

The mountains rise with pride and grace,
Guardians of this cherished place,
Their peaks touch skies with endless might,
Embracing stars in the silent night.

In the heart of nature, we find our way,
Guided by the light of an ancient day,
With every breeze, our spirits soar,
Connected to the land forever more.