In the dawn of ancient whispers, where the rivers first began,
Life emerged from the shadows, crafting tales of mortal span.
Echoes of the past resound, through mountains high and valleys low,
Each moment a thread, in the grand tapestry’s flow.

The sands of time shift, painting epochs in hues so bold,
Heroes rise and fall, their stories in history’s fold.
Civilizations bloom and fade, like petals in the breeze,
Every soul a chapter, in the book of life’s endless seas.

Through the storm and calm, the human spirit strives,
From the depths of despair, to the peaks of joyous lives.
Wisdom passed from age to age, a beacon in the night,
Guiding hearts and minds, with its eternal light.

In the dance of time, where past and future meet,
We find our place, in history’s rhythmic beat.
Every breath a testament, to the journey we’ve begun,
A legacy of life, under the ever-shining sun.