In the silent whispers of ancient lands,
Stories carved in stone and sand,
Echoes of voices from distant time,
Telling tales of the human climb.

Through the dance of bones and clay,
Cultures rise and gently sway,
In the heart of every tribe’s embrace,
Lies the essence of the human race.

From rituals sung beneath the moon,
To wisdom shared in the afternoon,
We trace the paths our ancestors trod,
In search of meaning, a common nod.

Anthropology holds the mirror high,
Reflecting how and why humans try,
To weave their stories, old and new,
In the endless quest of the human view.