In the whispers of the ancient wind,
Stories of our forebears resonate within,
Each tale, a thread in the tapestry we spin,
Binding heart to heritage, where we begin.

Through the rhythm of the drum’s deep call,
We dance the steps that unite us all,
Feet tracing paths where shadows fall,
In the sacred circle, we stand tall.

The colors of our land, rich and grand,
Painted on the canvas of our hand,
Each hue a symbol, a silent command,
To remember, to cherish, to understand.

In the language of our songs and lore,
Lies the essence of those who came before,
Their spirit lives in us, forevermore,
In culture and identity, we explore.