Triumphant Dawn

As morning breaks, the statues stand tall and proud, Silhouetted against the golden crowd, Their horses rear, a symbol of might, A testament to the dawn's new light. The flag waves high, a beacon in the sky, A call to rise, to never say goodbye, To the dreams that burn, to the hearts that soar, The statues stand, forever on the roar. Their forms, a shadow, dark and grand, Against the sunrise, a majestic band, Their presence speaks of power and of old, A story told, of tales yet untold. The light dances, a warm, golden glow, As morning awakens, and the world below, Looks up to see, the statues proud and high, A symbol of hope, in the morning sky.