In the rhythm of ancient dances, we find our soul,
Drums beat like hearts, telling stories of old.
Colors and patterns swirl in vibrant array,
Each stitch a memory, each thread a pathway.
The aroma of spices fills the air with delight,
Flavors that speak of journeys through night.
Gathered around tables, laughter and song,
Our heritage whispers, where we all belong.
Words spoken softly, tales of the past,
Passed down through generations, meant to last.
In every proverb, wisdom we find,
A guiding light, a bond that binds.
Natureâs embrace in rituals we share,
Echoes of ancestors in the breeze and the air.
With every sunrise, traditions unfold,
A living tapestry, rich and bold.