In the heart of ancient lands, where whispers weave,
Tales of ages past in shadows breathe.
Bones and stones, relics of the Earth,
Speak of mankind’s timeless rebirth.
Through fields of study, we traverse the sands,
Touching lives with careful hands.
Cultures bloom in vibrant hues,
A mosaic that forever renews.
Languages lost and found again,
Echoes of voices, joy, and pain.
Societies rise, fall, and mend,
Historyâs circle without end.
Anthropology’s lens, so keen and wise,
Unveils the truths behind our eyes.
The human spirit, wild and free,
Tells its story through eternity.