Shadows of History

Within the whispering woods of yore,
Beneath the sky's eternal sweep,
The shadows of history softly implore,
Stirring secrets the earth does keep.

Each leaf, a page; each stone, a tale,
Woven in the fabric of the land,
Where ancient whispers prevail,
And histories in the silence stand.

The river's flow, a timeless verse,
Carrying stories of love and loss,
Of battles fierce, and peace, and curse,
Of crowns and thrones, of gold and dross.

In the quietude of the dawn,
Where shadows dance and histories blend,
The past and present are redrawn,
In each moment, beginnings and ends.

So listen close, for within the breeze,
The echoes of the everyday,
Are verses on the vastness of life, these
Shadows of history that never fade away.