In lands where oceans kiss the skies,
And mountains whisper ancient lore,
Cultures bloom like wildflowers,
Each with stories to explore.
The dance of tongues, a symphony,
Of languages both rare and known,
Weaving tapestries of meaning,
In every corner, seeds are sown.
Traditions held like precious gems,
Passed down through hands and hearts so true,
A kaleidoscope of customs,
Painting worlds in varied hues.
Yet in our differences, we find,
A bridge that spans the wide divide,
With open hearts and open minds,
We walk together, side by side.