Ancestral wake watches over us Guiding us through realms unknown Power streams through ancient bones Evoking spirits of untamed jungles And exotic lands never captured

Tropical garden houses the beautiful spirit Of our ancestors, lost in time Their essence lingers, forever near Guiding us through our dreams, so clear

Over us, the dream realm roams Uncultivated bliss calls out to us Beckoning us to remember our roots And the power that flows through our veins

We are connected to the land And the spirits that reside within Their wake watches over us still Guiding us to our true kin.