From earth it springs, resilient, true,
A canvas rich, in shades of hue,
From labor’s hands to bustling towns,
A tapestry of lives and crowns.

In burlap sacks and ropes entwined,
The echoes of the past remind,
Of harvests shared, of toil and care,
A thread of culture woven fair.

When storms may rage and seasons shift,
Jute stands firm, a steadfast gift,
A bridge from soil to woven art,
Connecting worlds, each playing part.