By Daiah   

My people are story tellers it's part of the fibre of their being.
The core of their souls seek to unfold memories, mysteries and more.

If you listen to the songs we sing, eat the food we cook, walk the paths we've made, there in lies the proof of what I say.

My people are story tellers you only have to see one of us to believe.
From the colour of our skin to the nature of our hair, like the night sky we embody distant treasures.

My people are story tellers through out the changes of seasons, with trees as audience and birds as witness, nature is the stage on which we deliver GOD's script even in silence.

My people are story tellers because the world is filled with our brothers and sisters who need to know, what we can see whether our eyes are closed or open.

Though our languages may differ one thing we share is a love for the gift we have the privilege to carry
For life is indeed a beautiful story.

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