[Poem] Whispers of Tradition

The harvest moon hangs high and bright,
A harvest festival, bathed in golden light.
Pumpkins carved, with grinning face,
Welcoming spirits, to this sacred space.

Lanterns glow, casting orange rays,
On stories whispered, through the maze.
Children gather, with costumes bold,
Trick-or-Treat echoes, stories told.

Bonfires crackle, flames rise high,
Chasing away shadows, reaching for the sky.
Songs and laughter fill the air,
A celebration of what nature can share.

Flags unfurl, in colors bright,
Celebrating freedom, with all their might.
Parades wind through bustling streets,
A symphony of cheers, a joyous feat.

So come explore, with curious mind,
The stories whispered, of every kind.
For festivals connect us all,
A vibrant tapestry, standing tall.