In the whispers of ancient tales,
We find the roots of who we are,
Echoes of lands, mountains, and vales,
Guiding us like the northern star.

Threads of culture weave through time,
A dance of language, song, and art,
Each stitch a story, every rhyme,
Etching identity on the heart.

The flavors of home, the scents of the past,
Inheritances that never fade,
In every shadow that we cast,
A mosaic of memories lovingly made.

As we walk paths both old and new,
We carry the strength of those before,
A tapestry of many hues,
Forever adding to the core.