Beneath the canopy of ancient trees,
Where whispers of the elders breeze,
The earth hums with stories old,
Of wisdom, courage, and hearts bold.

From mountains high to rivers wide,
They walk with spirits as their guide,
Holding traditions pure and true,
In every heartbeat, in all they do.

A tapestry of life they weave,
With hands that heal and hearts that grieve,
Songs of the land, they softly sing,
Of peace, of love, of everything.

Let us cherish these sacred ways,
In our hearts and through our days,
For in their stories, we find light,
A beacon in the darkest night.