Bell Ringing

In a tower tall, where time lingers,

A solemn bell, it gently fingers.

With each swing, a resonant cry,

A melody that touches the sky.

With copper skin and iron core,

This bell rings, forevermore.

Its clapper strikes, the sound takes flight,

Echoing through the darkest night.

A symphony of joy and sorrow,

This ancient bell, it knows no tomorrow.

It sings for those who've come and gone,

A reminder of the spirits we long.

From births to deaths, it tolls for all,

For humble paupers and kings so tall.

A timeless rhythm it brings to being,

A harmonious dance, forever freeing.

A bell, a messenger of time,

Its vibrations, a comforting chime.

With every ring, a story unfolds,

As ancient legends are gently untold.

It echoes across the rolling hills,

Awakening dreams and curing ills.

Its melody sails across the land,

Guiding lost souls, lending a hand.

Through wars and peace, it carries the day,

Summoning hope with each sound it play.

A beacon of light, in the darkest night,

A symphony of love, eternally bright.

So, listen well, when the bell does ring,

For in its tune, a message it brings.

A call to unity, a call to hear,

To embrace life's journey, without any fear.

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