In the shadow of ancient trees,
Where whispers of time gently flow,
The echoes of our ancestors dance,
In a tapestry of stories they sow.

Stones stand like sentinels of old,
Guarding secrets of forgotten lore,
Each crack a chapter, each moss a tale,
Of heritage that forever endures.

Through corridors of history’s grace,
We walk on paths of those before,
In every step, their dreams we trace,
A legacy that forever implores.

Let us honor the roots we share,
In the embrace of time’s gentle hand,
For in heritage, we find our place,
A bridge from past to future’s land.