In the shadows of the towering trees,
Where the whispers of the wind call out their names,
Lie the tales of those who came before,
Their spirits etched in nature’s frame.

We walk the paths they once did tread,
Guided by their unseen hands,
Their wisdom woven in our hearts,
As we traverse these sacred lands.

Through trials they have paved the way,
Leaving footprints in the sands of time,
Their courage echoes in our veins,
A legacy of love, so sublime.

Let us honor their enduring grace,
With every breath and every stride,
For in our veins, their essence flows,
Our ancestors, forever our guide.