Golden sun rises,

Pyrimids cast shadows long,

Echoes of worship.

Silent streets whisper,

Footsteps of a bustling past,

Lost in sands of time.

Lotus blooms in Nile,

Sailing ships glide with the breeze,

Pharaohs’ legacy.

Eternal city,

Rome’s ruins stand testament,

To glory and fall.

In Japanese mist,

Geisha dance with grace and poise,

Cherry blossoms weep.

Temple walls adorned,

Hieroglyphs tell tales untold,

Sands of history.

In Machu Picchu,

Llamas graze on sacred ground,

Lost city whispers.

Mayan temples rise,

Jungle canopy whispers,

Secrets in the vines.

Inc a trails wind high,

Mountain peaks touch endless sky,

Echoes of the past.

In Babylon’s glow

Ziggurats pierce the night sky,

Stars watch over kings.

In China’s embrace,

Dragon’s breath ignites the sky,

Dynasties echo.

Olive groves whisper,

Ancient Greece’s timeless tale,

Echoes of gods’ wrath.

In Kyoto’s stillness,

Cherry blossoms gently fall,

Samurai’s resolve.

Great Wall stand so tall,

Guardian of ancient lands,

Dynasties in sands.

(Author’s Note: I will be gone for a couple days but will return on Sunday.)