In the whispers of the ancient trees,
Lies the tale of those before,
Their laughter carried on the breeze,
Their wisdom at our core.

Stones laid by hands long gone,
Paths worn by feet now dust,
A legacy that lingers on,
In heritage we trust.

The fabric of our lives entwined,
With threads of history’s loom,
A tapestry both rare and kind,
In every age it blooms.

So let us honor every trace,
Of heritage we bear,
For in each ancient, sacred place,
Our souls are laid bare.