𝒶 𝒷 🌺 𝓊 𝓉 𝓂 𝑒

✨️I am an heir of the mountains
my ancestors once roamed the mining valleys
they spread their trees and crops within the fertile hills
they found the streams and springs of leather ferns
But strangers came, and markers were laid
trees were plucked, the ground deformed
but folk narratives declare, never to be betrayed
their spirit lives on in the hills and the valleys,
my ancestors’ birthright, is my story of their might