In the quiet corners of ancient halls,
Where whispers of the past softly call,
A legacy unfolds in time’s gentle embrace,
Leaving traces in the silent space.

Through the echoes of laughter and tears,
Stories linger, untouched by years,
In every breath, a memory weaves,
In the heart of time, a legacy breathes.

Every step on this well-trodden path,
Carries echoes of a bygone hearth,
In the tapestry of dreams and deeds,
A legacy sown in the garden of seeds.

As the sun sets and the stars ignite,
The legacy dances in the fading light,
A gentle reminder of love’s sweet song,
In the halls of time, where we belong.