Echoes

We're all billions of years old today,
Carrying ancient stories
In our bones,
Ancestral wisdom
Etched into our DNA,
A genetic tapestry
Woven through time.

We emerge from stardust and fallen skies,
Cradled by the hands
Of the universe,
Our existence
A cosmic miracle,
A symphony of atoms
Colliding and evolving.

Each heartbeat resonates
With the past,
Echoes of generations
Yet unseen.
We are the living embodiment
Of where history
Converges with destiny.

Our bodies,
Resilient and scarred,
Bear witness to the trials of existence.
We carry the weight
Of ancestral trauma,
Yhe resilience of our people
Ingrained within.

We dance on the edge of eternity,
Between the vastness
Of infinity
And finite breaths,
The present
A fleeting moment,
Where past and future intertwine.

In our voices, ancient echoes resound
Songs of forgotten tongues,
Whispered prayers.
We speak the language
Of our ancestors,
As our spirits transcend
The limitations of time.

May we embrace our timeless journey,
Acknowledge the billion-year
Narrative within,
As we walk the path
Of those who came before,
Carrying their struggles,
Wisdom, and love.

We are but fleeting sparks
In the grand tapestry
Of the universe's eternal existence.
Yet, in our brief moments,
We illuminate
The interconnectedness
Of all things.

We are billions of years old today,
And our stories continue to evolve.
We are the living embodiment
Of cosmos,
Forever bound
By our place
In the universe.