In whispers of the ancient winds, we hear
The tales of those who walked before us, clear
Their songs of joy, their cries of pain, they sing
Through woven threads of history’s endless ring

Beneath the canopy of stars, we find
The dance of cultures, intertwined, aligned
From distant lands and shores, they all converge
In vibrant hues and rhythms, they emerge

In every gesture, every sacred rite
We see the echoes of a past so bright
The wisdom of the ages, handed down
In every village, every bustling town

Our heritage, a tapestry so grand
Each thread a story, woven hand in hand
Through time and space, we carry forth the flame
Honoring the past, yet never quite the same