In whispers of the ancient winds,
Their stories linger, softly told,
Through echoes time itself rescinds,
A legacy in hands we hold.

Beneath the starlit, endless skies,
Their dreams like constellations glow,
Guiding us with watchful eyes,
In paths only the soul can know.

With every step upon this land,
We feel the strength of those long past,
Their wisdom like a guiding hand,
Ensuring their teachings last.

We carry forth their hopes and fears,
In silent reverence, hearts entwined,
Through the river of the years,
The essence of their love enshrined.