In the heart of the village square, they gather
Feet tapping to the beat of time’s old drum
Hands clapping in sync, a tale they weave
Of ancestors’ dreams and battles won
Beneath the moon’s tender gaze, they sway
Shadows whispering secrets long forgotten
Each movement a story, each spin a verse
Binding the past to the presentâs heartbeat
The air thick with history, the ground alive
With the pulse of generations intertwined
Fabric rustles like whispers of the wind
As bodies tell tales through rhythmic design
Together they dance, a folk’s shared soul
Bridging the realms of old and new
In every leap, in every bow
Lives the spirit of a culture true