Eternal Vigil
Reflection
Beneath the frost-kissed sky, a figure stands tall,
A sentinel of stone, a guardian of old.
With arms outstretched, a timeless call,
To the winds that whisper, to the snow that holds.
His gaze is steady, his beard like a river of time,
Flowing through the ages, unyielding, sublime.
The mountain cradles him, a silent hymn,
A beacon of strength, where the wild winds begin.
His form is weathered, yet his spirit remains,
A symbol of endurance, a testament to human dreams.
The snow muffles the earth, yet his presence is clear,
A reminder of the eternal, the unyielding, the near.
In his eyes, the viewer sees their own journey,
A reflection of resilience, a mirror of their own.
For in this vigil, we find our own strength,
A call to stand firm, to face the world's length.
Eternal Vigil, a monument to the soul,
A reminder that we too can withstand the cold.
In his gaze, we find our courage, our might,
A beacon of hope, in the endless night.