Silent Guardians of the River
Reflection
Beneath the eternal gaze of stone, they sit,
Three silent sentinels, cloaked in white.
Their faces hidden, yet their presence bright,
A timeless echo of a bygone night.
The oar rests idle, yet the river flows,
A symbol of life's unyielding course.
Their robes, a testament to ancient vows,
Guarding the secrets of the ages' force.
The light falls gently, casting no shadow,
On figures that speak of a world long gone.
Their stillness whispers, a sacred vow,
To the river's flow, to the stars above.
In their gaze, we see our own reflection,
A mirror of our journey, our own quest.
For in their silence, we find connection,
To the eternal truths that never rest.
Oh, Silent Guardians, your watch is true,
A beacon of peace, a timeless hue.