Beneath the canopy of time, they dwell, Shadows cast by moonlit nights, Guardians of our dreams, they tell, Stories of…
In whispers of the ancient trees, Stories of old come to life, Dancing shadows, cultures weave, Through the threads of…
Beneath the ancient canopy of stars, Where whispers of ancestors weave, The essence of humanity unfolds, In tales that time…
Beneath the canopy of emerald green, Where ancient spirits softly convene, The songs of ancestors fill the air, In this…
In the heart where spirits dance, lies a tale, Of whispers in the wind, a trail, Through ancient woods and…
Beneath the moonlit sky, where whispers softly tread, The spirits of our ancestors, in silence they are led. Through the…
In the heart of ancient lands we tread, Where whispers of the past are softly spread. Each stone and tree…
In the silence of the twilight hour, When the world is hushed and still, I hear the whispers of our…
Beneath the canopy of emerald leaves, Where the spirit of the earth breathes, Echoes of ancestors softly sing, In the…
Beneath the moon’s pale, somber light, The whispers of the ancestors take flight. In the stillness of the night, they…