In the heart of the night, where whispers arise,
A melody unfolds beneath the starlit skies.
Feet tap and twirl in harmonious grace,
As tradition and rhythm find their sacred place.

From village to village, the stories take flight,
Passed down through the ages, a tapestry of light.
Hands clasp and release, in patterns so grand,
Weaving tales of old with every movement planned.

The garments they wear, with colors so bright,
Speak of histories rich, like a beacon in the night.
Each step is a verse, each spin a refrain,
Celebrating the past in a joyous, endless chain.

As the music fades into the gentle night air,
A legacy remains, in hearts everywhere.
For folk dance is more than mere motion and song,
It’s a cherished bond where memories belong.