Eternal Contemplation

In the quiet embrace of stone, a visage etched with time, A soul's journey carved in every line, a testament to life's design. The eyes, windows to the past, hold stories untold, A silent witness to the world, where wisdom and grace unfold. The furrowed brow, a map of thoughts, a canvas of the mind, Each crease a memory, each shadow a sign. The nose, a bridge between the seen and unseen, A portal to the depths of what has been. The lips, closed in contemplation, speak without a sound, A silent vow to the mysteries that surround. The ears, attuned to whispers of the soul, A symphony of echoes, a melody of control. This is not just a face, but a mirror of the self, A reflection of the path we tread, a journey that we must reflect. In its gaze, we find our own, a beacon of the eternal, A reminder that in stillness, the spirit thrives, unbroken, unafraid. So let this stone be your guide, a beacon in the night, A symbol of resilience, a testament to light. For in its quiet strength, we find our own, A beacon of hope, a journey begun.