In the depths of time's relentless flow,
Ancient remnants quietly bestow,
Echoes of stories long ago told,
In whispers soft, in mysteries bold.
Carved in stone or etched in sand,
Legends of a distant land,
Speak of triumphs, speak of woe,
Of mighty kingdoms come and go.
In crumbling walls and faded art,
Lies the essence of the heart,
Of civilizations lost in time,
Their echoes ringing like a chime.
Each relic holds a tale untold,
Of heroes brave and secrets old,
Echoes of the past resound,
In every corner, they are found.
Though empires rise and empires fall,
Their echoes linger, standing tall,
A testament to what has been,
In the ancient remnants, we are kin.