In the annals of ancient days,
Where shadows dance and whispers play,
Stories etched in stone and clay,
The history of life unfolds its way.
From the dawn of the first light,
Through the endless, starry night,
Echoes of our past take flight,
Painting memories vivid and bright.
Battles fought and peace declared,
Dreams pursued and burdens shared,
In the tapestry of time ensnared,
Our collective journey, truth bared.
As we tread on paths once trod,
With every step, a silent nod,
To those before, to life and God,
In this eternal, sacred sod.