In the whisper of the ancient breeze,
Feet move in patterns, a timeless dance,
Where stories of old find their release,
In circles of joy, they take their stance.
Colors swirl in a vibrant embrace,
Costumes tell tales of heritage deep,
With every step, a culture’s grace,
In rhythm and motion, awake from sleep.
Hands join in unity, forging a bond,
Echoing laughter fills the night air,
As melodies of yore respond,
To the heart’s beat, beyond compare.
Beneath the stars, the dancers twirl,
In a dance as old as the earth’s own tune,
A celebration of every boy and girl,
In folk dance, the soul finds its boon.