Stone Pillar
In the heart of a land, a stone pillar stands tall,
Carved by time’s hand, unyielding to fall.
Its surface, weathered, tells tales of the past,
Of battles fought fiercely, of shadows cast.
Rooted in earth, it reaches for skies,
A testament to resilience, where hope never dies.
Each crack is a story, each mark a fierce song,
Of a nation’s endurance, of where it belongs.
When storms rage around it, it does not sway,
For deep in its core lies the strength of the day.
Like the spirit of people who rise from the fray,
A symbol of unity, come what may.
In the glow of the sunset, it casts its long shadow,
A guardian of dreams, where the brave dare to follow.
This stone pillar, steadfast, embodies the might,
Of a nation’s heartbeat, in day and in night.