In the heart of ancient lands, where stories weave,
The whispers of our forebears softly breathe,
Through silent stones and ancient trees,
Their spirits dance with the gentle breeze.

Echoes of traditions long held dear,
Reverberate in songs we hear,
From the woven cloth to the crafted art,
Heritage binds us, never to part.

Generations past, their footsteps light,
Guide us through the darkest night,
In festivals and rituals old,
The legacy of our culture unfolds.

With every tale and every rhyme,
We honor the passage of time,
Preserving the essence of who we are,
In culture and heritage, we reach for the stars.