Native Americans Heritage

Whispers of the Ancestors

Beneath the sun, the eagle soars,
Over mountains, rivers, sacred shores.
The drumbeat echoes through the plains,
A song of courage that still remains.

Their hands carved paths, their hearts held fire,
Guided by the spirits, never to tire.
In each whisper of wind, their voices call,
Teaching us to rise, to stand tall.

Through trials faced and tears endured,
Their legacy lives, steadfast and pure.
The earth remembers their sacred ways,
Their wisdom shines through endless days.

We walk with honor, their spirits near,
Their courage within us, ever clear.
Though time has passed, their stories breathe,
A timeless bond, we hold, believe.