Ode to the First Nations’ Grace

In the shadow of the towering pines,
Where whispers echo in ancient rhymes,
Beneath the sky where the eagle aligns,
Ode to the First Nations’ grace unwinds.

Through forests dense and rivers wide,
A dance of spirits, a silent guide,
Their presence woven in the land,
In every grain of golden sand.

Underneath the crescent moon’s soft glow,
A sacred rhythm, the heartbeat’s flow,
Ode to the First Nations’ grace,
In every footstep, a hallowed trace.

Guiding hands in a foreign place,
Their wisdom echoed, a timeless embrace,
Roots deep in soil, traditions strong,
A harmony where they belong.

As the sun dips low on the horizon’s edge,
Where stories whispered at the sacred ledge,
Ode to the First Nations’ grace,
In every nuance, a cherished space.

With kinship forged ‘neath starlit nights,
And fires that danced with ancient lights,
They welcomed strangers with hearts aglow,
Seeds of understanding, kindness sowed.

In every prayer to the Great Spirit’s face,
In drumbeats heard through time and space,
Ode to the First Nations’ grace,
A melody woven in nature’s embrace.

In echoes of canyons and mountains high,
In the freedom of the open sky,
Their legacy endures in the winds that trace,
Ode to the First Nations’ enduring grace.