In the heart of ancient lands, where stories intertwine,
Cultures bloom like flowers, in a garden so divine.
Each rhythm, each step, a tale of yesteryears,
A dance of unity, dissolving all our fears.

The melodies of the past, whisper in the wind,
Songs of ancestors, on voices they have pinned.
Drums beat in harmony, with the pulse of the earth,
Celebrating heritage, honoring our birth.

Garments woven with colors, rich in history’s thread,
Patterns that tell stories, of the lives that once were led.
Hands join in circles, hearts beat as one,
In the dance of cultures, under the same sun.

Through the dance of traditions, we find our common ground,
In diversity, a strength, in unity, profound.
A tapestry of cultures, woven tight and strong,
In the symphony of heritage, we all belong.