In the heart of bustling streets,
Where ancient echoes softly speak,
Traditions weave their timeless thread,
In whispered tales the elders keep.

Dances sway beneath the moon,
Rhythms pulse in vibrant hues,
Stories carved in wood and stone,
Heritage paths we gently choose.

Colors blend in festive cheer,
Voices rise in song and lore,
Each gesture holds a tale untold,
Embracing roots forevermore.

Through the eyes of generations past,
Future dreams in shadows cast,
Cultures bloom in endless grace,
In unity, we find our place.