In the heart of ancient lands, stories old and wise,
Where rivers weave through mountains, beneath the azure skies,
Echoes of ancestral whispers, in the gentle breeze,
Dance through time’s tapestry, with grace and ease.

Ceremonies of the past, in colors bright and bold,
Tradition’s sacred rituals, in gestures pure and old,
Songs of ancient voices, in harmony’s embrace,
Celebrate the culture, with a timeless grace.

Artisans with skillful hands, craft tales in every thread,
Weaving dreams and heritage, in hues of gold and red,
Dances tell the stories, of battles lost and won,
Of love and life and legacy, under the warming sun.

In every beat of drum, in every chime of bell,
The spirit of the culture, in every heart does dwell,
For in the pulse of history, and in the soul’s deep core,
Lives the essence of our being, forever more.