Skyward Arch

Beneath the azure dome, where mountains bow, A bridge ascends, a testament to man's will. Its steel and stone, a symphony of strength, Spanning the deep, where waters whisper still. Each pillar stands, a sentinel of progress, Defying gravity, defying time. The road it bears, a ribbon of ambition, Carrying dreams, where earth and sky entwine. The clouds above, a canvas of soft hues, Mirror the soul's journey, both vast and free. The bridge, a metaphor for human spirit, Connecting worlds, where hope dares to be. In its embrace, the traveler finds solace, A path to cross, a bridge to the unknown. Its arches rise, a beacon of resilience, A symbol of the heart's unyielding tone. For in this span, we see our own reflection, Of courage, vision, and the will to rise. The bridge, a bridge not just of land and sea, But of the soul, where dreams take flight and thrive.