In the shadow of ancient walls,
Where stories breathe in silent sighs,
Echoes of footsteps softly call,
To dance beneath the timeless skies.

Colors weave in vibrant threads,
Tapestries of lives once led,
Songs of ancestors, voices spread,
In every word, in every tread.

Markets hum with fragrant air,
Spices blend, a sacred prayer,
In each craft, a tale to share,
Of hands that shaped with tender care.

Beneath the stars, a legacy,
Roots entwined in history,
A culture rich, a heritage free,
The soul of humanity’s tapestry.