Beneath the sky’s vast, endless dome,
Bridges span the rivers’ foam.
They whisper tales of old and new,
Guiding paths for me and you.
In twilight’s soft, embracing light,
They stand as sentinels of night.
Arches high and beams so strong,
They carry hopes and dreams along.
Each step upon their sturdy frame,
Is a journey, never the same.
They link the hearts, they join the lands,
With tender grace, like gentle hands.
O bridges, symbols of our quest,
In your arms, we find our rest.
Connecting souls, a timeless art,
You are the bridges of the heart.