In Portugal’s ancient embrace, a tale unfurled,
The unveiling of an 8,000-year-old world,
A human skeleton, silent and wise,
Whispers of the past, hidden in its guise.

The world’s oldest mummies, a treasure untold,
Slowly revealing secrets, mysteries unfold,
Captivating hearts with a history so deep,
In the bones of the ancient, stories sleep.

Through the sands of time, this relic emerged,
A puzzle of the past, slowly submerged,
In Portugal’s embrace, a journey begun,
To understand the tale of this ancient one.

The long-held mystery, shrouded in time,
Now slowly unveiled, a rhythm and rhyme,
In the bones of the past, a story so grand,
A connection to a distant land.

For 8,000 years, this soul has slept,
In the earth’s embrace, silently kept,
Now emerging to share its ancient lore,
A window to a time long before.

The world watches in awe as history unfolds,
In Portugal’s sands, where the story molds,
The world’s oldest mummies, a profound sight,
A glimpse into the past, shining bright.

With each discovery, a piece in the puzzle,
The mystery deepens, emotions jostle,
In the unveiling of this ancient soul,
The world’s fascination takes its toll.

In Portugal’s embrace, the past comes alive,
The world’s oldest mummies begin to thrive,
Slowly uncloaking a history so vast,
A mystery unraveled at last.