In fields where echoes softly play,
Feet tell tales of ancient lore,
Spirits move in gentle sway,
Bound by rhythm, forevermore.
Hands entwined, hearts align,
Traditions bloom in vibrant hue,
Dancers weave a sacred sign,
Of past and present, old and new.
The earth beneath, a silent drum,
Guiding steps beneath the moon,
Every beat, a call to come,
To join the dance, a timeless tune.
In every leap, in every turn,
Stories whisper, legends call,
Within the dance, the fires burn,
Uniting souls, embracing all.