The Wall That Still Stands

The Wall stands tall, so long and wide,

Through mountains high, it runs with pride.

From desert dust to forest deep,

A path of stone, a promise to keep.

Built by hands that worked with care,

For years and years, through pain and wear.

Each brick laid down with heart and soul,

To guard the land, to make it whole.

The winds have blown, the years have passed,

But still the Wall stands firm and vast.

It’s seen the battles, heard the cries,

Underneath the changing skies.

Once, it guarded against the foe,

Soldiers watched as the winds would blow.

Towers stood to give them sight,

As day gave way to peaceful night.

Now the Wall is quiet, still,

But echoes of its past are real.

The people who walked here long ago,

Built this Wall to stop the foe.

But now it’s different, it’s a place to see,

A wonder of the world for you and me.

The Wall still stands, it doesn’t fall,

A symbol of strength, a story for all.

Through time and change, it hasn’t moved,

It tells a tale that’s still improved.

A place of pride, a place of fight,

Now bathed in peace, beneath the light.

So when you stand and look around,

Feel the history in the ground.

The Wall has stood for ages long,

A testament to where we belong.

It stands today, in quiet grace,

A part of time, a sacred place.

And though the world will always change,

The Great Wall remains, ever strange.