In the dance of woven tales, we find our place,
A tapestry of time, a vibrant embrace.
Colors blend where stories intertwine,
Whispering secrets of a lineage divine.

Echoes of ancestors guide our way,
In rituals and songs we softly sway.
Carved in the heart, their wisdom remains,
Binding us close through invisible chains.

Traditions, like rivers, flow through our veins,
Carrying whispers of joys and pains.
In every gesture, in every word,
The voice of heritage is softly heard.

Identity blooms in this cultural sea,
A unique pattern only we can see.
With roots deep in the soils of the past,
We forge our journey, steadfast and vast.