Silent Guardians
Reflection
Beneath the weight of time, they stand,
A line of silent sentinels, unshaken.
Their faces, etched with stories untold,
Guarding the secrets of a world long past.
The river whispers, a mirror of their gaze,
Reflecting the stillness of their souls.
Each figure, a monument to endurance,
A testament to the strength of the human spirit.
In their hands, the tools of their trade,
A reminder of the labor that built this world.
Their postures, firm yet weary,
Speak of resilience in the face of time.
Here, on the edge of the water,
They are the guardians of memory,
Preserving the essence of what was,
And what will be, in their quiet vigil.
For in their eyes, we see ourselves,
Reflected in the timeless flow of life.
Their presence, a call to remember,
To honor the past and embrace the future.
Silent Guardians, they stand,
A bridge between the ages,
A beacon of hope and continuity,
In the ever-changing river of time.