In a time long past, when the earth was young,

Before the tale of man had truly begun,

Across a bridge where two worlds met,

The First Nations' steps were firmly set.

From the East to the West, in search of a dream,

Through icy winds and sun's gentle beam,

They followed the herds, their spirits aligned,

In a dance with nature, a bond undefined.

Bering's frozen path, so vast and wide,

Guided their steps, side by side.

Land untouched, vast and grand,

Awaited their touch, a new homeland.

Mountains that pierced the cerulean sky,

Rivers that whispered tales gone by,

Forests so dense, with secrets inside,

This was their land, where destinies reside.

Generations would pass, stories would grow,

Of the First People, and the love they'd bestow,

Upon the Americas, their chosen space,

A testament to their enduring grace.