Eternal Echoes

In the realm where dreams take flight,
Beyond the grasp of time's decay,
A land of wonder bathed in light,
Awaits beneath the break of day.
The rivers glisten, pure and clear,
Through verdant valleys, vast and wide,
Their melodies whisper far and near,
A hymn that flows with nature’s tide.
The forests hum with secrets deep,
Their roots entwined with ancient lore,
In shaded groves, the shadows sleep,
Guarding tales of those who came before.
The skies stretch vast, an endless sea,
Adorned with clouds, like threads of lace,
They cradle dreams of eternity,
And shield the sanctity of this place.
The stars above, a cosmic guide,
They shimmer with wisdom, calm and bright,
A lantern in the dark night’s tide,
A beacon of hope, a celestial light.
Wild meadows bloom in fragrant hues,
Each petal kissed by morning dew,
A canvas painted in vibrant views,
Where life's renewal springs anew.
The mountains rise with solemn grace,
Their peaks in golden sunlight crowned,
Sentinels of this timeless space,
Where the echoes of life resound.
The wind sings songs of days gone by,
A mournful tune, yet filled with cheer,
It carries dreams to the open sky,
And whispers courage to those who hear.
The echoes of the past remain,
Carved in stone and whispered lore,
Through joy, through loss, through love and pain,
They tell of spirits that still soar.
Here in this land of endless morn,
Where time and dreams together weave,
Our souls, eternal, are reborn,
In the echoes we receive.