Threads of heritage spun with care,
Across the loom of time and space,
Each pattern tells a story rare,
Of ancestors’ dreams and a shared embrace.

In rituals old, and customs grand,
Our essence finds its roots and wings,
The songs we sing, the tales we hand,
In every heart, tradition rings.

Amidst the dance of night and day,
We paint our souls with colors bright,
From dawn of life to twilight’s gray,
Culture and identity unite.

As rivers merge into the sea,
Our spirits blend in harmony,
One world, one family, we decree,
In unity, our legacy.