Woven HorizonsDrums echo from Africa’s shore,Voices rise, telling stories of more.Across the sea, Taiwan’s lanterns glow,Tradition alive where rivers flow.Silk and kente, colors so bright,Cultures unite in the dance of light.Tea is poured, a circle complete,Songs and rhythms in harmony meet.From village fires to temple chimes,Heritage passes through endless times.Afro-Asian hearts, bold and strong,Different tongues, one shared song.