In the heart where stories are born, My culture whispers through the night, Echoes of ancestors, never forlorn, Guiding us…
In the quiet hush of the ancient grove, Where the old oak trees tell tales of yore, Ancestral whispers call…
In the quiet of the evening, by the fireside’s gentle glow, He shares tales of yesteryears, of places we may…
Beneath the moonlit skies, they gather close, In fields where ancient whispers softly sway, The dance begins, each step a…
In the whisper of ancient winds, Stories of old begin to unfold, Through the fabric of time they transcend, Cultures…
In the heart of Africa’s embrace, where Zulu voices sing, A tapestry of culture, woven with each dawn’s light. Drums…