In the quiet dawn, where echoes breathe,
Tales of old, in whispers weave,
Through ancient stones and sacred grounds,
Culture’s essence, ever profound.

Hands that shaped the wooden art,
Hearts that crafted every part,
Songs of yore in melodies sweet,
Heritage lives in each heartbeat.

Colors bright in festive cheer,
Traditions held, year after year,
From elders wise to young anew,
The past and present interweave true.

Through every dance and every rhyme,
We touch the sands of ancient time,
A legacy in every stride,
In culture’s embrace, we take pride.