In the heart where spirits dance, lies a tale,
Of whispers in the wind, a trail,
Through ancient woods and sacred streams,
Where eagles soar and the earth dreams.

The drums beat strong, echoing the past,
A heritage rich, forever to last,
Mountains high and valleys wide,
In the land where ancestors reside.

From dawn till dusk, a life in tune,
With nature’s song, a timeless rune,
The stars above, a guiding light,
Through endless night, and morning bright.

A legacy of wisdom, deep and true,
In every leaf and morning dew,
The spirit of the land, forever free,
In the heart of the native, wild and free.