Echoes of Antiquity

In a land between two rivers, where the fertile soil lies, Sumerians arose, beneath ancient skies. Clay tablets etched with stories, of gods and mortal men, Where the wheel turned, and time began again.

From the ziggurats they worshipped, to the star-filled ancient night, Mathematicians dreaming, under cosmic light. Bronze blades forged in fire, chariots’ dust on the breeze, In the land of Mesopotamia, where history never sleeps.

Babylon’s gardens hanging, a wonder to behold, King Hammurabi’s code, justice carved in gold. Euphrates and Tigris, flowing with the ages, Pages of our history, written in their stages.