Voices of the Land

In the hush of dawn, the land awakens,
Whispers of the ancient trees are spoken,
Roots run deep, through soil and stone,
Echoes of our ancestors, never alone.

Mountains high and rivers wide,
Guardians of a people’s pride,
Every leaf, a tale to tell,
Of battles fought and moments swell.

Our voices rise, from earth to sky,
A chorus strong, we testify,
To sacred lands, to rights, to dreams,
In every stream, a heartbeat gleams.

We stand as one, in nature’s grace,
Defending every cherished place,
For we are the voices of the land,
United in a timeless band.