In the shadow of ancient stones,Where whispers of history softly call,The echoes of lives once known,In hallowed halls and sacred walls.Time weaves through each silent arch,Stories etched in weathered grain,The past and present gently merge,In heritage’s enduring chain.Footsteps trace the paths of old,In gardens where memories bloom,With every step, the tales unfold,In the heritage of timeless rooms.Through the corridors of yesteryears,We walk with reverence and grace,In the embrace of heritage dear,Where the spirit of history finds its place.