Eternal Stones

In the cradle of the Nile, where the river hums,

And reeds bend to the rhythm of ancient drums,

Men carved dreams from stone, unyielding, tall,

Marking the passage where the pharaohs call.

Granite shoulders lifting to the sky,

A testament to those who would not die.

Each block, a story, a life, a name,

Etched in eternity, beyond mortal fame.

The desert wind remembers their hands,

Shaping the future from golden sands.

With ropes and ramps, sweat and prayer,

They touched the heavens in the dry, hot air.

Mysteries cradle the chambers within,

Of kings and queens, of life and sin.

Stars guided their gaze, moonlight their dreams,

As eternity flowed in the river’s streams.

Oh, pyramids, silent teachers of old,

You speak of ambition, courage, and gold.

Not just of death, but of time’s embrace,

A mirror of humans, of our endless chase.

Even now, centuries worn on your face,

You hold the sun, the wind, and space.

A legacy carved in the heart of stone,

The history of humankind, forever known.