In ancient scrolls and whispered tales of yore,
Lie stories etched in blood, of kin and lore.
Through veins and whispers, secrets tightly weave,
A tapestry of life, our pasts achieve.
The roots of family trees stretch far and wide,
In twisting paths, where mysteries reside.
Branches intertwine, like rivers flow,
Connecting lives, the seeds of love they sow.
From distant lands, they’ve voyaged far and near,
Through storms and sun, propelled by love and fear.
Our ancestors, their legacy in hand,
Built empires, tilled the soil, and shaped the land.
Upon their shoulders, we now humbly stand,
A fusion of cultures, a vibrant, blended band.
With every heartbeat, pulses history’s embrace,
The echo of their lives, etched upon our face.
The stories of their triumphs, love, and pain,
Inherited, like treasures, we sustain.
Our roots, entwined, a lineage so grand,
A living testament, in each life’s strand.
For we are but the sum of those before,
Our blood, a chorus of whispers we adore.
A sacred bond, a journey incomplete,
In footsteps of our kin, our fate we meet.
So let us delve into our past’s embrace,
Unraveling secrets time cannot erase.
In genealogy, the answers dwell,
Our heritage, a story we must tell.