In the ancient stones, stories reside,
Whispers of time, in silence they confide.
Heritage woven in the fabric of life,
Echoes of ancestors, through joy and strife.

Beneath the arches, where shadows play,
Memories linger, from a bygone day.
Traditions cherished, passed hand to hand,
A legacy treasured, in this sacred land.

In the dance of leaves, and songs of the breeze,
Heritage speaks, with effortless ease.
Tales of courage, of love and grace,
Etched in the hearts, of every place.

Through the tapestry of time, we see,
The essence of heritage, in you and me.
A bond unbroken, through ages vast,
Forever entwined, with echoes of the past.