In a valley of echoes, where words take flight,
Every whisper and shout, bouncing with might,
Through the hills and the trees, the sound does roam,
Creating a symphony, a harmonious poem.
A murmur becomes a chorus, a simple sound,
Reverberating through valleys, in echoes unbound,
Each syllable and tone, finding its way,
Creating a magical orchestra, day by day.
The echoes dance joyously, in the open air,
Carrying tales of love, and tales of despair,
Every word spoken, finding its own sweet song,
In the valley of echoes, where they belong.
Hear the laughter and tears, bouncing with glee,
As the echoes tell stories, of past and destiny,
The valley listens closely, to each word’s decree,
Echoing the tales for all eternity.