In whispers of the ancient winds, tales softly unfold,
Of lands where dreams were woven in threads of gold.
Beneath the starlit canopy, ancestors’ voices sing,
Guiding our hearts through the echoes they bring.

Stones etched with stories, in silent witness they stand,
Secrets of passion and struggle carved by hand.
Each grain of sand a memory, each shadow a guide,
In this tapestry of time, where our spirits reside.

Dancing flames of tradition, casting shadows of grace,
Binding us to a heritage no time can erase.
Colors of culture painting the dawn anew,
In every shared story, a bond we renew.

From the depths of history, we draw our strength,
Embracing the journey, no matter the length.
With each step forward, the past we embrace,
In the heart of our heritage, we find our place.