In shadows long and whispers faint,
The past speaks truths we’ve yet to paint,
From ancient lands to modern day,
History’s echoes gently sway.

Through battles fought and peace reclaimed,
Heroes rise, though oft unnamed,
Their deeds etched in the sands of time,
Unveiling tales both grand and prime.

Monuments stand as silent guards,
Of stories old and countless guards,
They bear the weight of ages past,
Reminding us of legacies vast.

So as we walk through present’s light,
Let history guide our steps aright,
For in its depths, wisdom we find,
A beacon for both heart and mind.