In the silent whispers of ancient stone,
Stories of old are carefully sewn.
Each arch and pillar, a tale unfolds,
Of dreams and visions, both young and old.

Shadows dance on marble floors,
Reflections of lives that came before.
Through vaulted ceilings, whispers flow,
Of craftsmen’s hands and hearts aglow.

Towers reach for heaven’s embrace,
In every brick, a human face.
The symphony of chisels, hammers’ song,
Echoes of labor, silent yet strong.

From Gothic spires to modern glass,
Time’s passage in structure mass.
Each edifice, a testament stands,
To the artistry of human hands.