In the heart of whispered tales,
Where ancient echoes softly speak,
Culture dances on the breeze,
In melodies both bold and meek.

Threads of history tightly sewn,
In vibrant hues of past and present,
Each tradition a story told,
In voices timeless, ever pleasant.

From the fireside’s gentle glow,
To the rhythms of the beating drum,
Customs rise and gently flow,
A symphony of where we’re from.

In every gesture, every song,
Lies the heart of who we are,
A culture rich, enduring strong,
Guiding us like the evening star.