Beneath the stones where footsteps tread,
Lies a tale of wisdom long since spread,
Sixty thousand years, in silence deep,
A culture rich, in dreams they keep.
The whispering winds by the harbours ebb and flow,
Tell of spirits who danced in the glow,
Of ancient fires, where stories soared,
In harmony with the earth, adored.
Yet foreign hands laid their claim,
With steel and stone, they forged a name,
But the heartbeat of land, though veiled in time,
Still sings a song, a rhythm sublime.
For every layer, a story awaits,
Of resilience, love, and open gates,
A tapestry woven in sun and rain,
Optimism blooms, despite the pain.
So let us tread with reverent grace,
And honor the past in this vibrant place,
For underneath the paving stones we find,
A bridge to the future, together entwined.
Bakchos.
