Beneath the silent, towering pines,
Where whispers of the elders flow,
The earth hums ancient, sacred lines,
In shadows where the spirits grow.
The rivers weave their timeless tales,
Of warriors bold and dreams untold,
As eagles soar on gentle gales,
Guarding secrets of the old.
The mountains watch with steady gaze,
Cradling legends of forgotten lore,
In twilight’s soft, embracing haze,
Nature’s heart beats evermore.
In the dance of leaves and winds,
Songs of life and love entwine,
Where the journey never ends,
In the soul of the divine.