In the heart of ancient lands, a tapestry weaves,Voices of ancestors in the rustling leaves,Stories unfold in the dance of the flame,A timeless journey, no two paths the same.Drumbeats echo in the pulse of the night,Silhouettes sway in the soft moonlight,Traditions cradle the dreams of the young,A symphony of languages, forever sung.Hands paint the skies with vibrant hues,A mosaic of faiths, beliefs, and views,Through the seasons, cultures blend and grow,In harmony, a shared rhythm flows.From the mountains high to the valleys low,A legacy of wisdom, a gentle glow,The path of tomorrow shaped by yesterday,In unity, the world finds its way.