In the heart of ancient lands, they stand,Guardians of the earth and sky,With stories woven by timeless hands,In harmony, they watch the rivers flow by.Their voices, like the wind, softly sing,Of mountains, forests, and sacred streams,In every leaf, a memory clings,To the rhythm of nature’s dreams.Under the moon’s gentle embrace,They dance to the drum’s steady beat,In unity, they find their place,Where the spirit and the earth meet.In every sunrise, a promise they see,To honor the land, the sky, the sea,With wisdom shared through ancestry,In their hearts, forever free.