In Maremma's cradle, where shadows meet the dawn, A tale of time's passage, before the Romans were drawn. Etruscan whispers echo through the land, A heritage woven by an ancient hands. Beneath the watchful gaze of ancient cypress trees, Ancestral roots entwined with gentle sea breeze. From before Rome's rise, their story unfolds, In Maremma's heart, where history molds. Farming hands, toiling with the soil's embrace, In furrows, secrets of time find a resting place. Tuscany's sun, witness to each plow and seed, A lineage of labor, a timeless creed. Time's keeper, Maremma, with wisdom old, Chronicles etched in olive leaves and stories told. Family, a cornerstone, in the piazza's dance, Binding generations, a timeless romance. Love for the land, in every harvest moon's