Beneath the crescent moon's soft gaze,
A world awakens from ancient days.
The cliffs stand bold, the trees still sway,
Guardians of time that slipped away.

Silhouettes rise, tall and grand,
Echoes of a long-lost land.
Do they roam, or do they sleep,
In memories the earth must keep?

The air hums low, the ocean near,
A song of life that lingers here.
Once giants ruled, now shadows stay,
A timeless tale in the light of day.