In the quiet whispers of ancient tomes,
Where wisdom of the ages gently roams,
We trace the steps of those who’ve gone before,
Their stories woven into the human core.

Beneath the stars, in cities built on dreams,
The pulse of life in every streetlight’s gleam,
We find our place in this grand design,
Our hearts and minds in intricate align.

Through trials faced and triumphs grandly shared,
The tapestry of lives that dared and cared,
We see the beauty in our varied hues,
In every choice, in every path we choose.

So let us honor all that we have been,
The scholars, poets, every next of kin,
For in our studies of the human soul,
We find the threads that make us whole.