Iron Ascent

Rise, like the steel that dares to pierce the sky, A testament to human will and might. The Eiffel stands, a beacon of the mind, A symbol of ambition, bold and bright. Its latticework, a dance of lines and light, A symphony of strength and artful grace. It whispers tales of dreams that reach the stars, Of daring hearts that dared to break the space. In its embrace, we find our own ascent, A journey upward, ever toward the sun. The iron giant, steadfast and serene, A guardian of hope, where we have begun. For in its shadow, we too can ascend, To touch the heavens with our own design.