In the tapestry of time, we weave our tales,
Stories of ancestors echoing in the winds,
Colors of heritage painted on our sails,
Guiding us where the past begins.

Through the dance of language and song,
We find ourselves in the rhythm and beat,
In the embrace of traditions, we belong,
A mosaic of memories beneath our feet.

From distant lands and familiar shores,
Our identities blossom like flowers in spring,
Each petal a chapter, each root explores,
The essence of what our cultures bring.

In unity and diversity, we stand,
A rich tapestry of stories untold,
Hand in hand, across the land,
Together, our identities unfold.