In the whispers of the ancient trees,
Lies the tale of days gone by,
Where shadows dance and memories freeze,
Beneath the vast and endless sky.

The creaking floors of timeworn homes,
Tell stories of laughter and tears,
As gentle winds through empty domes,
Sing songs of forgotten years.

Upon the fields where dreams were sown,
The golden sun has cast its glow,
Yet in the silence, seeds are blown,
To places where only the old life knows.

So let us walk these ancient paths,
With reverence for what came before,
For in the echoes of old life’s past,
We find the roots of forevermore.