Eternal Vigilance
Reflection
Beneath the arch of time, they stand,
Silent sentinels of a world unseen.
Their forms, etched in bronze, speak of a past,
A story untold, yet eternally present.
The man, poised in his suit, a testament to purpose,
His gaze directed, a beacon of resolve.
The woman, her skirt flowing, a whisper of grace,
Her stance firm, a pillar of strength and resilience.
Together, they are more than mere statues,
They are the guardians of memory,
The keepers of dreams and the echoes of history.
In their stillness, there is a pulse,
A rhythm that resonates with the soul.
They are not just figures, but mirrors,
Reflecting the journey of those who pass.
Their presence is a reminder,
A call to stand firm, to endure,
To carry the weight of the past
And forge the path of the future.
Eternal Vigilance, they are named,
A monument to the human spirit,
A testament to the enduring power
Of those who dare to stand and be seen.