In the shadow of ancient hills,
Where whispers of time softly spill,
Cultures weave their vibrant threads,
In a dance where history treads.

Faces painted with stories told,
Through the eyes of the young and old,
Each gesture a timeless song,
Echoes of where we all belong.

Across the lands, diverse and wide,
Traditions flow like the ocean’s tide,
Binding us in a shared embrace,
In the lineage of the human race.

In every artifact and lore,
Anthropology opens the door,
To understand our roots and dreams,
In the harmony of humanity’s schemes.