Age-old Traditions

A cycle of poems «Kazan»

Sunrise paints the mountainside, a blush of golden hue
The ancient rhythm of the land, a whispered 'me and you'
From generations long gone by, a story etched in stone
Of customs passed, beneath the sky, a legacy that's grown

Age-old traditions, a river flowing deep
Through changing seasons, secrets they will keep
The dance of fire, the harvest moon's bright gleam
A tapestry of memories, a vibrant, timeless dream

The elders gather, voices low, a wisdom they impart
Of stories told, of seeds they sow, a feeling in the heart
The weaving of the baskets tight, the songs that rise and fall
A bond unbreakable, a guiding light, that answers nature's call

Age-old traditions, a river flowing deep
Through changing seasons, secrets they will keep
The dance of fire, the harvest moon's bright gleam
A tapestry of memories, a vibrant, timeless dream

Though times may alter, landscapes shift and change
These roots remain, a constant, never strange
A thread that binds, a heritage so true
Passed down from child to child, forever fresh and new

Age-old traditions, a river flowing deep
Through changing seasons, secrets they will keep
The dance of fire, the harvest moon's bright gleam
A tapestry of memories, a vibrant, timeless dream

So let the stories live and breathe, in every heart and soul
These age-old traditions, make us whole.
Make us whole.
Make us whole.