Old English Poem

  The Echoes of Tomorrow In the quiet folds of the dawn’s first light, Whispers stir, soft as the wings of night. The world awakens with a gentle sigh, A fleeting moment as time passes by. The earth beneath us hums its silent song, Of ancient tales and journeys long. The trees reach upward, their roots deep and wide, Steeped in wisdom, where secrets reside. The rivers speak in murmurs low, Of distant lands where the waters flow. Through valleys deep, over mountains high, They journey onward, as years slip by. Yet we, the wanderers, walk our own way, Chasing the sun, and fleeing the gray. We seek the answers, in places unknown, In the silence, we stand, yet feel alone. For in our hearts lies a question still, A yearning drive, a boundless will. What lies beyond, what is to come, In the future’s embrace, where we all become? The stars above, they whisper clear, Of paths unseen, yet drawing near. The cosmos wide, in its vast embrace, Holds the answers we must c...