In the gentle sweep of morning light,
Where shadows play in soft embrace,
The echoes of a time gone by,
Whisper secrets of their grace.

Cobblestone paths lead the way,
To stories carved in ancient stone,
In the rustle of the leaves,
A legacy of dreams is sown.

A melody of laughter rings,
Through the halls of memory’s keep,
In the warmth of fireside glow,
The tales of yore softly seep.

With every breath of timeless air,
The past and present intertwine,
In this classic life we share,
A dance of souls, a grand design.