In the quiet hum of morning light,
Where whispers of the dawn unfold,
Lives a culture, pure and bright,
Tales of simple joys retold.
Amidst the fields where children play,
Their laughter echoes through the air,
Traditions held in gentle sway,
In every moment, love and care.
The scent of earth and fireâs embrace,
Woven through each humble day,
Crafting stories, leaving trace,
In every word they softly say.
As stars adorn the velvet night,
Their glow a testament of grace,
A culture rich in gentle might,
In every heart, a sacred place.