In the heart of ancient lands, where history breathes,
Echoes of forgotten songs linger in the breeze,
Stones and scripts whisper tales of yore,
A culture rich, a heritage to explore.

Through the hands of artisans, stories are told,
In woven fabrics and pottery so bold,
Each artifact a testament to days gone by,
Preserving the essence, never to die.

Dances and rituals, in rhythmic grace,
Connect the present with an ancestral face,
Festivals bloom in vibrant hues,
Celebrating the old with the new.

In every corner, a legacy thrives,
Passed down through generations, alive,
A mosaic of traditions, so profound,
In this cultural heritage, we are bound.