In the whispers of the ancient breeze,
Stories of old begin to unfurl,
A legacy carved in timeless trees,
Echoes of a forgotten world.
Through the sands of endless years,
Footprints remain, though paths diverge,
Memories linger, crystal clear,
In hearts where old and new converge.
With every dawn, a tale reborn,
Passed from hand to eager hand,
A legacy that shan’t be worn,
Forever woven in the land.
In the twilight’s gentle glow,
The past and future intertwine,
A legacy that still will grow,
Through every soul, through every line.