In the heart of the village, tales unfold,
Of ancient wisdom, traditions bold.
The elders’ voices, a guiding light,
Through the darkest days and quiet night.

Dances in the moonlight, steps so precise,
Echoes of history, in every splice.
Garments woven with stories untold,
Each thread a memory, both young and old.

Feasts that gather, hearts that blend,
In every bite, a message to send.
Songs that linger in the evening breeze,
Binding souls with a gentle ease.

From dawn till dusk, traditions breathe,
In every leaf, in every sheath.
A culture rich, a heritage grand,
Forever etched in the land.