In whispers of the winds, our stories blend,
Carved in the silent stones, tales never end.
Through shadows of the past, we softly tread,
A legacy woven, where dreams are fed.

Silent echoes dance in the twilight’s glow,
In the hearts of those we may never know.
With every step, a story told anew,
A bridge of time, connecting old and true.

Through hands that build, and hearts that care,
In the eyes of future, our hopes we share.
In gardens of memory, we plant the seeds,
A tapestry of life, in gentle deeds.

As stars align in the vast night sky,
We leave behind whispers that never die.
In every heart, our light will softly gleam,
A legacy crafted in the realm of dreams.