Builders

Frozen in the stream of Time
As bustling hordes pass quickly by,
There stands a stony edifice
That harkens back to days of bliss
And times of greatness, might of kings,
Battles valiant, hope to bring.

In such days past, men built with care,
With minds set toward their future heirs,
And made their cities long to last,
Their temples great, their castles vast,
Bedecked in splendor, murals bright,
With colonnades bathed in sunlight.

Well knew these men they might not see
Their work complete ‘ere death there be;
Yet pressed they on, and beauteous made
The things to which they turned their face,
For sake of those who later came
To dwell among these deeds of fame.

And still they stand, long cent’ries since,
As ought they still to do years hence;
For generations pledged their hands
To beautify their native land,
And now all those these wonders see
May awestruck and inspired be.