In the whisper of the ancient winds,
Tales of yore softly begin,
Murmurs of lives once brightly lit,
In heritage, history sits.

Stones that stood the test of time,
Guardians of an age sublime,
Each brick, a testament to the past,
In every corner, shadows cast.

Gardens where old trees still stand,
Roots deep in ancestral land,
Leaves rustle with stories old,
In their shade, legacies unfold.

Echoes of laughter, echoes of tears,
Moments frozen through the years,
In heritage, our souls find peace,
A timeless bond that will never cease.