Remains hardened by the relentless march of time,
Discovered anew by future explorers' gaze,
What echoes of our fleeting existence do we leave behind,
Hidden beneath layers of earth, in shadowed maze?
Will others uncover the remnants of our days,
Fragments of hopes, of dreams, of silent cries?
What tales will the artifacts and stories convey,
Of lives once lived under endless skies?
What will they think of the legacy we leave,
A sparse footprint etched upon eternity’s sands?
Is it a mark of progress, or a quiet grief,
A testament to unfulfilled plans and unspoken bands?
We ponder the echoes, the whispers in the stone,
The faded voices of civilizations gone by,
Hoping our seeds have truly been sown,
And that our spirits can endure past the sky.
So, as time molds and history unravels,
Let us leave behind more than just dust and dust
A legacy rooted in love, in hope, in acts that matter,
Ensuring our stories survive, in stories and trust
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 3:32 PM UTC
Remains hardened by the relentless march of time,
Discovered anew by future explorers' gaze,
What echoes of our fleeting existence do we leave behind,
Hidden beneath layers of earth, in shadowed maze?
Will others uncover the remnants of our days,
Fragments of hopes, of dreams, of silent cries?
What tales will the artifacts and stories convey,
Of lives once lived under endless skies?
What will they think of the legacy we leave,
A sparse footprint etched upon eternity’s sands?
Is it a mark of progress, or a quiet grief,
A testament to unfulfilled plans and unspoken bands?
We ponder the echoes, the whispers in the stone,
The faded voices of civilizations gone by,
Hoping our seeds have truly been sown,
And that our spirits can endure past the sky.
So, as time molds and history unravels,
Let us leave behind more than just dust and dust
A legacy rooted in love, in hope, in acts that matter,
Ensuring our stories survive, in stories and trust