Whispers of the Ancients

Beneath the luminous veil of moonlit streams,
the water sings with sacred dreams
the wisdom of the ancients courses powerfully,
a timeless current that the spirit knows
with unwavering certainty

Each ripple whispers a tale untold,
of hands that toiled, of hearts of gold,
of mothers who danced in twilight’s glow,
and fathers who planted seeds to grow

The children come, soft laughter’s light,
their eyes were like stars in the velvet night
they carry echoes, ancient and wise,
a lineage etched in their tender cries

Through water’s mirror, the past reveals,
a portal to truths the heart conceals
the ancestors’ voices rise and weave,
a hymn of hope for those who grieve

Child of the earth, child of the sea,
our essence lives eternally
through water’s grace, through children’s play,
our spirits guide you on your way

So let the water cradle your fears
and wash your wounds with ancestral tears
let children’s laughter, pure and bright,
be your compass in the darkest night

For in their eyes, the future gleams,
in their hearts, the ancestor’s dream
and through the divination of water’s flow,
eternal wisdom will always grow–

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