In the silence of the night, a whisper calls,
From ancient times and distant halls.
Stories untold, yet never gone,
In the hearts of those who carry on.

The seeds we sow, the paths we tread,
Leave marks unseen, but still widespread.
Through deeds of love and acts of grace,
Our essence lives in every place.

As rivers flow and mountains stand,
Our spirit touches every land.
In the laughter of a child’s play,
Our legacy finds its way.

So let us live with purpose clear,
To leave a mark for those who’re near.
For in the end, it’s love we give,
That shapes the world, and helps it live.