In the quiet of night, they softly tread,
Whispers of ages, where dreams are fed.
Guiding us gently through shadows deep,
Their stories woven in the tapestry we keep.

Echoes linger in the rustling leaves,
Wisdom carried on the gentle breeze.
They sing of journeys, of paths once trod,
In every heartbeat, their presence is awed.

Under starlit skies, their spirits soar,
Guardians of dreams, forevermore.
Ancient voices in the lullaby’s grace,
In every moment, we find their trace.

With every sunrise, they rise anew,
In whispered winds, their love imbues.
Through time’s embrace, their light remains,
Eternal ancestors, in our veins.