Within the threads of ancient tales we weave,
The whispers of our ancestors still breathe,
A myriad of voices, a chorus of time,
Echoes of history in rhythm and rhyme.

From distant lands and seas so vast,
Our roots entwine, our cultures contrast,
A mosaic of colors, traditions, and lore,
Each piece a story, each song an encore.

In the dance of customs, we find our way,
Celebrating differences day by day,
A festival of life, a symphony grand,
Hand in hand, we make our stand.

For in unity, our identity shines bright,
A beacon of hope, a guiding light,
Together we flourish, together we grow,
Embracing the tapestry of us, we glow.