In ancient threads, the stories lie,
Woven with care, a culture’s tie.
Patterns speak of days gone by,
Echoing through the loom’s sigh.

Hands that guide the needle’s dance,
Passing down through time’s expanse.
Colors blend in a vibrant trance,
Each stitch a tale, each thread a chance.

Songs of old in the fabric sing,
Of harvest moons and the birth of spring.
Rituals that the seasons bring,
In every fold, a cultural ring.

The tapestry grows, a living art,
Binding past and present, never apart.
Through every piece, a beating heart,
The essence of culture, a timeless chart.