In the whispers of the ancient winds,
Our stories dance like autumn leaves,
From elders’ lips to children’s dreams,
The culture’s thread in time we weave.
Through festivals of light and song,
We honor those who came before,
Their wisdom echoes, clear and strong,
A legacy forever more.
In kitchens fragrant with spice and lore,
Recipes passed down, a sacred rite,
Each dish a bridge to days of yore,
A taste of history, pure delight.
In art and dress, in word and deed,
The spirit of our past survives,
In every heart, a planted seed,
Ensuring culture always thrives.