In the whisper of the ancient trees,
Lies the story of our ancestors’ dreams,
A melody of forgotten songs,
That time and space cannot prolong.

From the dance of fire in ritual’s glow,
To the crafted tales that ebb and flow,
Our heritage etched in every grain,
Of earth and sky, of joy and pain.

The woven fabrics, colors bright,
Tell stories of both day and night,
A culture rich, a legacy grand,
Passed down through love, hand in hand.

So let us cherish, let us hold,
The tales of yore, the wisdom old,
For in our roots, our strength we find,
The timeless bond of humankind.