Beneath the sky’s vast embrace, they stand tall,
Silent witnesses to the flow of time’s gentle call.
Arched over rivers and valleys deep,
In their shadows, a thousand secrets they keep.

We tread upon their weathered stones,
Crossing divides, leaving behind what’s known.
With every step, a story unfolds,
Of journeys taken and dreams retold.

They bind the lands, these mighty spans,
Crafted by dreams and human hands.
A testament to hope, to dreams that dare,
To the whispers of the brave, who build and care.

In twilight’s glow, they softly hum,
A bridge to the past, and what’s yet to come.
Connecting souls, in twilight and dawn,
Until the night fades and a new day is born.