In the tapestry of time, our stories weave,
Threads of culture, vibrant and alive,
From ancient whispers, we receive,
The echoes of those who strive.

Roots deep in the soil, firm and strong,
A melody of past, a timeless song,
Carried through winds of change along,
Where every heart knows it belongs.

Colors of identity paint our skies,
Patterns unique, no mask or disguise,
In every step, our spirit flies,
Embracing the truths in our eyes.

Through the dance of time, we stand tall,
In the unity of one, we hear the call,
Celebrating the stories, big and small,
In the harmony of culture, we find our all.