[Poem] Ancient Cradle

 

The land, a canvas vast and old,

Where stories in the layers unfold.

From molten fire, a rocky birth,

Carved by glaciers, sculpted by Earth.

 

Forests rise, a verdant crown,

Where sunlight dances, whispers down.

Rivers flow, like silver threads,

Weaving through valleys, whispering secrets.

 

Deserts sleep beneath the sun,

Where silence reigns, the journey's begun.

Volcanoes rumble, giants awake,

The land remembers, for its own sake.

 

We tread upon this ancient ground,

A fleeting presence, barely a sound.

The land, a witness, ever strong,

To the rise and fall, the right and wrong.