Eternal Solitude

Beneath the whispering pines, where snow whispers soft, A figure stands, a sentinel of stone, Its gaze fixed on the horizon, a silent thought, A monument to time, where ages have flown. The robes of marble flow like rivers of grace, A frozen dance, a timeless, eternal embrace. The beard and hair, like waves of the sea, Speak of a wisdom deep, yet eternally free. In the cold embrace of winter's breath, This statue stands, a guardian of death, Yet in its stillness, a pulse of life remains, A beacon of hope in the frosty plains. Who are you, ancient one, carved from the earth? A god, a king, or a soul set to birth? Your presence speaks of a story untold, A silent witness to the world's old. In your eyes, I see my own reflection, A soul yearning for connection, yet in isolation. You stand as a mirror, a guide, a friend, A symbol of strength, where the heart can mend. Eternal Solitude, you teach me to be, A steadfast spirit, eternally free.