Silent Vigilance

In the stillness of winter's chill, a figure sits, a sentinel of stone, Watching over the landscape, a guardian of the unknown. His eyes, though closed, seem to see beyond the veil, A wisdom keeper, a sage in repose, his thoughts unfail. The snow around him whispers secrets, of a world in slumber deep, The trees, like sentinels of old, stand guard, their vigil to keep. The sky above, a canvas vast, with clouds that drift and play, A backdrop for the statue's majesty, in a serene, winter's day. His form, a masterpiece of art, a testament to human might, A symbol of strength, of will, of spirit, in the cold, harsh light. In this frozen moment, he remains, a timeless, marble throne, A monument to the beauty, of the stillness, and the unknown.