As dawn paints whispers across the Smoky crests
New day murmurs soft in the skies' vast chest
Sunlight threads through ancient trees
On each serene breeze, spirits float free
The sacred place where dreams weave high
Beneath the great sky, we soar, we climb
O'er valleys deep, in timeless rhyme
On wings of hope, by winds embraced
In freedom's breath, our fears erased
Along murmuring streams, beneath starlit beams
Flow stories of trials, and elders' esteemed dreams
Grandmother's wisdom, with the rustle of leaves
Guides through the shadows, where the spirit weaves and believes
Listen - now the ancients softly call
In whispered strength that buoys us all
Echoes of their valor, their peace hard-won
Their courage endures with each setting sun
Beneath the great sky, we soar, we ascend
Above the storms, where horizons bend
With wings reborn, on currents divine
We claim the triumph that's rightfully thine