In the dance of ancient rhythms, I find my soul,
With every step, a story unfolds,
Threads of history weave through time,
Carving paths where ancestors roam.

The taste of spices, rich and bold,
In every dish, a tale is told,
From hands of old, the recipes flow,
Binding generations in warmth and glow.

Songs of the past, echo in the breeze,
Melodies carried by whispering trees,
Each note a bridge to days of yore,
Singing the heritage we adore.

In colors vibrant, traditions shine,
A tapestry woven with threads so fine,
In my culture, I find my place,
A mosaic of love, a warm embrace.