In lands where ancient rivers flow,
Stories of old begin to grow,
A dance of colors, vibrant and free,
Weaving tales of identity.

From bustling streets to quiet plains,
Each heart beats with myriad refrains,
Voices rise in a harmonious song,
Celebrating where we all belong.

Languages spoken, a symphony rare,
Differences cherished with gentle care,
Hands that meet across the miles,
Bridging worlds with understanding smiles.

In the tapestry of human grace,
We find our place, embrace our space,
Cultures blend, yet stand apart,
In the grand mosaic of the heart.