In the whispers of ancient stones,
Lies the echo of dreams untold,
Carved by hands now dust and bone,
Yet their stories forever unfold.

Arches rise to greet the sky,
Bridges stretch with graceful might,
Each line drawn with a careful eye,
Turning dusk into radiant light.

Columns stand like sentinels grand,
Guardians of history’s tale,
In their shadows, we understand,
The strength of visions that prevail.

Silent halls of solemn grace,
Hold the past in gentle embrace,
In their quiet, we find our place,
Among the wonders time cannot erase.