Beneath the canopy of time, they dwell,
Shadows cast by moonlit nights,
Guardians of our dreams, they tell,
Stories of ancient, timeless flights.

Their whispers ride the wind’s soft breath,
Carving paths through realms unseen,
Echoes from the past, beyond death,
Weaving tales of what has been.

In the silence, their voices rise,
Guiding us through darkened ways,
Their wisdom, a treasure, a prize,
Lighting our nights, brightening our days.

Ancestors, in the earth, they sleep,
Yet in our hearts, their spirits soar,
In our veins, their secrets we keep,
Forever bound, forevermore.