In the dance of colors and woven threads,
Our stories breathe, our spirits tread,
Upon the soil where roots run deep,
In the embrace of earth, our memories keep.

A melody sung in tongues of old,
Tales of courage and hearts so bold,
In every stitch and every beat,
Culture and identity, a rhythm complete.

The elders speak in silent gaze,
Through artifacts and ancient ways,
Passing down wisdom, like rivers flow,
To the hearts of those who seek to know.

As seasons change and time unfolds,
We weave our lives with stories told,
A legacy crafted in love and strife,
The essence of culture, the soul of life.