In quiet grace they span the sky,
From shore to shore, where hopes reside,
Their arches bold, through night and day,
Unyielding, steadfast, come what may.

Beneath their beams, the waters flow,
Reflecting dreams, where shadows go,
They watch the tides, both high and low,
Anchoring hearts in their gentle glow.

As footsteps tread upon their spines,
Stories unfold, in whispered lines,
Each step a tale, each crossing fine,
Bridges stand, where hearts align.

In rain and sun, in storm and calm,
They bear the weight, they hold the charm,
Guardians of the paths we trod,
Bridges, silent prayers to God.