In the village square where echoes sing,
Feet tap to the beat of ancient strings.
Colorful skirts swirl with grace,
As laughter fills the open space.

Hands clasped tight, a circle forms,
Bound by the stories of a thousand storms.
Eyes meet in joyful, knowing glance,
In this timeless, communal dance.

The elders watch with prideful eyes,
As youth inherit these cherished ties.
Each step a memory, each twirl a tale,
In dance, no voice can ever fail.

With every leap, the spirit soars,
Beyond the fields, through open doors.
Folk dance, the heart of land and lore,
A living legacy forevermore.