In the cradle of dawn, stories unfold,
Whispers of ages in twilight’s embrace,
From the roots of the earth to skies untold,
Life’s history dances in infinite grace.

Rivers of time carve paths through stone,
Echoes of laughter, of tears long past,
In the winds, ancient voices intone,
Tales of love and dreams that forever last.

Mountains stand as silent witnesses here,
Guardians of secrets, of battles and peace,
With every sunrise, new hopes appear,
In the tapestry woven, time never ceases.

Our footsteps trace the lines of the earth,
We are the echoes of those who came before,
In every heartbeat, a story’s rebirth,
In the vast history, we endlessly explore.