In the heart of ancient lands, where stories breathe,
Our roots run deep, in time’s eternal weave.
Songs of old, in tongues so pure,
Resonate through years, forever sure.

Beneath the canopy of sacred trees,
Traditions flourish, carried by the breeze.
Hands that craft, and voices that sing,
Cultures bloom, in a timeless spring.

Through rituals rich, and dances bold,
Heritage shines, in tales retold.
From past to present, a golden thread,
Woven with love, where ancestors tread.

In every heart, a legacy lives,
A gift of the past, that forever gives.
Embrace the echoes, cherish the lore,
For in our culture, we find our core.