In the quiet hush of evening’s glow,
Whispers of the past softly flow.
Through the corridors of memory’s hall,
Echoes of legacies gently call.

Footprints left on time’s ancient sand,
Stories of heart and guiding hand.
A tapestry woven with dreams and tears,
Passed down through the hands of years.

In the shadows of towering trees,
The seeds of wisdom dance on the breeze.
An eternal flame that never fades,
Burning bright as history cascades.

So let us walk with purpose and grace,
Leaving our mark on this sacred place.
For in the echoes of tomorrow’s dawn,
Our legacy will forever be drawn.