Whispers of the Ages
Within the silent halls of yesterday,
The place shadows dance with time’s smooth sway,
Echoes linger, faint but clear,
A legacy we maintain so pricey.
The whispers of the traditional timber,
The songs of winds, the seas’ decrees,
The scrolls of arms that carved the stone,
The seeds of knowledge lengthy since sown.
Oh, guardians of the bygone years,
We bear the load of triumphs and tears.
The tales of those that got here earlier than,
Are maps to treasures evermore.
Their laughter lives in rivers’ movement,
Their braveness within the mountains’ glow.
Their goals, like stars, nonetheless gentle the night time,
Guiding futures with their light would possibly.
But, time is ruthless, swift, and sly,
It erases, fades, and lets issues die.
So we should stand, with hearts aflame,
To defend the previous from oblivion’s declare.
Construct archives sturdy, let voices rise,
Protect the truths, the artwork, the ties.
Train the younger to listen to the decision,
To cherish, guard, and honor all.
For within the fibers of our shared lore,
Lies the power to endure and discover.
A bridge from then to what’s to be,
A present from them to you and me.
So allow us to weave with threads of care,
A tapestry each wealthy and uncommon.
For in preserving what’s gone astray,
We gentle the trail for a brighter day.
Oh, keepers of the sacred flame,
Let not the previous dissolve in useless.
For in its legacy, we discover our place—
A boundless reward for the human race.
