The Orator's Call
Reflection
In the heart of ancient stones, a figure stands tall,
With arm outstretched, a vision to enthrall.
The crowd converges, a sea of eager faces,
Drinking in the words, a moment's sacred spaces.
With every gesture, a story unfolds,
Of passion and conviction, young and old.
The orator's voice, a river's gentle flow,
Quenching the thirst of souls, as the moments grow.
In this timeless scene, we find our own voice,
A call to speak truth, to make a heartfelt choice.
To stand amidst the crowd, yet stand apart,
With courage in our hearts, and a message to impart.
The orator's cry, an echo through the ages,
A reminder of the power that turns the pages.