Beneath the starlit sky, they gather round,
Feet tapping rhythms on the earthen floor.
Hands clasped in circles, laughter’s gentle sound,
An ageless dance, traditions to explore.

Colors swirl, a tapestry in motion,
Each step a story, woven through the night.
Hearts beat in time, a shared devotion,
In every leap, a soul takes flight.

The fiddles play a tune of yesteryears,
Echoes of ancestors, voices in the breeze.
Each dancer, through their movement, perseveres,
A living art, passed down with such ease.

As dawn approaches, the dance begins to fade,
Yet in their hearts, the music lingers on.
A legacy of joy and love replayed,
In every footfall, the spirit lives on.