In the shadow of ancient trees,
Where the earth whispers secrets untold,
The spirits of the land breathe life,
In stories of old, their wisdom unfolds.

Beneath the stars that guide their way,
Indigenous hearts beat with the earth,
Guardians of the land and sky,
In their traditions, a timeless rebirth.

Rivers sing their sacred songs,
Mountains stand as silent guides,
In every stone, a story lives,
In every breeze, their spirit rides.

With hands that craft the tales of time,
They weave the threads of history’s face,
In harmony with nature’s call,
They walk the path of eternal grace.