In the quiet of the night, names softly hum,
Carrying stories of old, where we come from,
Each syllable a thread, weaving tales untold,
A tapestry of lineage, both gentle and bold.

Whispers of identity in every sound,
Echoes of ancestors, in names, profound,
A legacy carried with grace and pride,
In the dance of letters, where secrets reside.

Names are rivers, flowing through time’s embrace,
Reflecting the essence of every face,
In their currents, our histories entwine,
Guiding us through the ages, like stars that shine.

In the mirror of names, we find our place,
A reflection of dreams, hopes, and grace,
Each name a beacon, lighting the way,
In the vast sea of existence, come what may.