Skyward Arch

Beneath the azure dome, where mountains bow, A bridge of steel and stone, a silent vow. It spans the emerald river, wide and deep, A testament to human will and sleep. The pillars rise like sentinels of time, Guarding the flow of life, the ebb and rhyme. Cars and dreams traverse its sturdy frame, A path where futures meet and pasts disclaim. The clouds above drift soft, a fleeting grace, While earth below whispers of ancient space. This bridge, a symbol of connection's might, Links hearts and lands in endless, boundless light. It stands as a bridge not just of stone and steel, But of hope, of dreams, of what we feel. A beacon in the vastness of the sky, Where human hands have touched the very sky. Oh, traveler, cross this bridge with care and grace, For in its span, your journey finds its place. A bridge not just for now, but for the years, A bridge that bridges all our hopes and fears.