In the shadows of time, where echoes of the past reside,
I send forth a letter to our stone age kin, far and wide.
Oh ancestors, with wisdom carved in stone and fire,
Guide us through the turmoil, lift our spirits higher.

From the caves and forests, where you roamed free,
Teach us the lessons of harmony and unity.
In your primal whispers, we seek the truths untold,
Ancient spirits, in your wisdom, may we grow bold.

Show us the ways of living in balance with the land,
Help us to understand the power of a gentle hand.
For in your ancient veins, flows the essence of life,
A connection to the earth, free from turmoil and strife.

Illuminate our minds with your primal knowing,
Lead us on a path of compassion, ever-growing.
Let us learn from your stories, etched in stone and bone,
A tapestry of survival, in a world, now overgrown.

Heil Ancestors, guide us with your timeless grace,
Teach us the ways of reverence, in this frantic pace.
May your ancient spirits stir within our hearts,
And lead us back to where it all truly starts.