In whispers of the ancient wind,
Stories of old begin to unfold,
Where echoes of footsteps leave their trace,
On paths where the past embraces the present.

Beneath the canopy of timeless trees,
Songs of heritage softly sing,
A tapestry woven in vibrant hues,
Binding hearts with threads of history.

Through sacred rituals and cherished lore,
The soul of a culture breathes and thrives,
In dances that mirror the rhythm of life,
And voices that carry the wisdom of ages.

As dawn breaks on a new horizon,
The essence of heritage gently lingers,
A guardian of identity and pride,
In every heart, a beacon of belonging.