In whispers of the ancient trees,
Stories of old come to life,
Dancing shadows, cultures weave,
Through the threads of joy and strife.

Beneath the moon’s gentle glow,
Tales of ancestors softly flow,
In songs of earth and skies above,
A symphony of endless love.

Colors of tradition paint the night,
In vibrant hues of heritage bright,
Through the dance and sacred rite,
Echoes of the past take flight.

With every heartbeat, every breath,
We carry legends, life, and death,
In the tapestry of our days,
Culture’s light forever stays.