Eternal Vigil

Beneath the whispering pines, where snow whispers soft, A marble sentinel stands, a timeless thought. Its gaze, unyielding, pierces through the veil of time, A beacon of strength, a guardian sublime. The folds of its robe, like waves of the sea, Speak of the ebb and flow of eternity. Its form, carved from stone, yet alive with grace, A symbol of endurance, a silent embrace. In its eyes, the weight of ages rests, A mirror reflecting the soul's inner tests. It stands as a bridge between the seen and unseen, A guide for the weary, a light for the dreamer. Here, in its presence, we find our own strength, A reminder that we too can transcend the fleeting moment. For in the stillness of its gaze, we see, A reflection of our own eternal vigil.