In a land of rich and ancient lore,
Where generations came before,
A spirit echoes through the trees,
And whispers secrets on the breeze.

They honor those who've gone before,
Whose memories they still adore,
With traditions passed down through the ages,
Preserved within their culture's pages.

At the altar, they offer thanks,
To ancestors from many banks,
And pay their respects to those long gone,
Whose stories live on and on.

In the cemetery, they gather near,
To remember those they hold dear,
And in procession, they carry on,
The legacy of those who've moved on.

For those who've come and those who'll be,
They carry forth their legacy,
And with each generation's grace,
They honor their ancestors' place.

Their culture thrives on this connection,
To the past and future intersection,
And with each passing year they see,
Their heritage live on eternally.

Reflections

1. What does the community do to honor their ancestors and preserve their culture and traditions?
2. What are some of the traditions that are passed down from generation to generation in the story?
3. Why do you think it's important to remember and honor those who came before us?
4. How does the community in the story show respect for their ancestors?
5. Do you have any family traditions or customs that you think are important to preserve and pass down to future generations?