In silent whispers of time gone by,
The ancients’ shadows linger nigh.
Their stories etched in stone and sand,
A legacy carved by careful hand.

Through ruins old, their voices call,
Of empires risen and their fall.
The echoes of a bygone age,
Written on history’s vast stage.

The battles fought, the peace they sought,
In every lesson humankind has taught.
The wisdom of the years remains,
In every triumph, joy, and pain.

So let us honor what’s come before,
And learn from tales of yore.
For in history’s embrace we find,
The strength to guide the future’s mind.