In the quiet dawn of steel and stone,
Where dreams of men are carved and grown,
Each line, a whisper, each curve, a song,
The architecture of time, steadfast and strong.

Foundations deep, where histories lie,
Pillars rise, scraping the sky,
Windows that frame the world outside,
A testament to human pride.

Arches that hold the weight of dreams,
Bridges that span over flowing streams,
Domes that echo with celestial beams,
Crafted with care, in meticulous schemes.

Shadows play on marbled floors,
Light filters through ancient doors,
A silent symphony, forevermore,
In the art of architecture, we explore.