The land is a sacred temple, a place of worship, A reminder of the divine, that we must never strip, It teaches us to pray, and to honor the Creator, To offer our gratitude, and to be a humble translator.
The stars in the sky, are a map of our destiny, A reminder of the infinite, that we must respect with sincerity, They guide us in our journey, and offer us a light, To find our way home, and to never lose sight.
The rocks and mountains, are a symbol of strength, A reminder of our resilience, and our inner length, They teach us to stand firm, and to weather any storm, To rise above adversity, and to never conform.
Our native traditions, are a way of life, A path of harmony, that transcends all strife, They teach us to be kind, and to treat all as kin, To live in balance, and to find peace within.
So let us live with honor, and walk with grace, In the embrace of the land, and our native ways, For in the heart of nature, we find our true home, A place of belonging, where our spirits can roam.
The land is a sacred temple, a place of worship, A reminder of the divine, that we must never strip, It teaches us to pray, and to honor the Creator, To offer our gratitude, and to be a humble translator.
The stars in the sky, are a map of our destiny, A reminder of the infinite, that we must respect with sincerity, They guide us in our journey, and offer us a light, To find our way home, and to never lose sight.
The rocks and mountains, are a symbol of strength, A reminder of our resilience, and our inner length, They teach us to stand firm, and to weather any storm, To rise above adversity, and to never conform.
Our native traditions, are a way of life, A path of harmony, that transcends all strife, They teach us to be kind, and to treat all as kin, To live in balance, and to find peace within.
So let us live with honor, and walk with grace, In the embrace of the land, and our native ways, For in the heart of nature, we find our true home, A place of belonging, where our spirits can roam.
The land is a source of wisdom, a teacher of truth, A reminder of our essence, and our eternal youth, It teaches us to be present, and to cherish each day, To live life with gratitude, and to never stray.
The seasons come and go, like a dance of life, A reminder of the cycles, that keep us in strife, But also of the beauty, that's found in change, Of the transformation that's possible, when we embrace.
The animals that roam, are our relatives and kin, Their presence a gift, a reminder of the divine within, They teach us to listen, and to understand their ways, To honor their spirits, and the role they play.
Our native heritage, reminds us of our roots, Of the connection to the land, that's in our pursuit, It teaches us to be stewards, and to protect, To honor our ancestors, and the legacy they've left.
So let us live with reverence, and walk in sacredness, With a heart full of love, and a spirit of tenderness, For in the embrace of the land, and our native ways, We find our purpose, and our eternal grace.
The land is a reflection of our soul, A mirror of our being, a story to be told, It teaches us patience, and how to be still, To listen to the whispers, of our heart's will.
The water is a healer, a giver of life, A source of strength, in times of strife, It teaches us to flow, and to adapt, To navigate life's challenges, and never be trapped.
The fire is a teacher, a symbol of transformation, A force of change, that brings liberation, It teaches us courage, and to let go of fear, To embrace the unknown, and let our spirit steer.
The air is a messenger, a bringer of messages, A reminder of the interconnectedness, of all passages, It teaches us to communicate, and to listen with care, To understand the diverse ways, that life can share.
For our native teachings, remind us of our power, To honor the land, and live in harmony hour by hour, To walk with respect, and with an open heart, And to stand strong, with integrity and courage from the start.
So let us hold these teachings, close to our soul, And may they guide us always, towards a life that's whole, For in the embrace of the land, and our native ways, We find our purpose, and live life in sacred praise.
The wind whispers stories of the past, Echoes of ancient wisdom, that forever last, It carries the voices of the ancestors who came before, Guiding us with their spirits, to our sacred core.
The trees, the plants, the animals that roam, Are messengers of the land, a treasure to be shown, Their medicine heals our souls, and teaches us to be, A part of the whole, connected to the land and sea.
The sun, the moon, the stars in the sky, Remind us that life is a journey, a constant try, To find balance and harmony, in our hearts and souls, And to be grateful for the blessings, that life unfolds.
For our native ways, teach us to be humble and kind, To honor the land, and all creatures that we find, And to live in harmony with nature's sacred song, A way of life that will forever keep us strong.
So let us walk with reverence, and listen to the land, For it is the foundation, of who we are and stand, And may our native spirit always guide us true, In our journey of life, a sacred path we pursue.