Eternal Triumph

Beneath the golden sky, where dawn and dusk entwine, A figure rises, bold, upon a steed divine. The flag unfurls, a symbol of the soul's unyielding might, A beacon of hope, in the twilight's gentle light. The woman, poised and proud, her gaze to the horizon turns, A silent promise, etched in the timeless, ancient urns. The horses, twin spirits, gallop through the air, Their hooves a rhythm, a dance of power and care. This is not just a statue, but a mirror to the soul, A reflection of strength, where courage does not fail. In her eyes, we see our own, the battles we have fought, The dreams we chase, the paths we've sought. The sky, a canvas of gold and gray, whispers of change, A reminder that even in darkness, light can engage. This is not just art, but a call to rise, to stand, To claim the triumph that lies within each hand. So let the flag wave, let the horses run free, For in this moment, we are all set free.