In the heart of the whispering pines,
Where the eagle soars with grace,
The spirit of the earth aligns,
In this sacred, timeless place.

The rivers sing with ancient songs,
Their waters pure and free,
Guiding us where we belong,
In harmony with tree and sea.

The mountains stand as guardian wise,
Their peaks kiss the sky,
Holding secrets in their eyes,
As centuries quietly pass by.

In the dance of the moonlit night,
Where shadows softly play,
We find our strength, our guiding light,
In nature’s gentle sway.