In desert sands, under the sun's glare,
Stand the pyramids, grand and rare.
"How?" we ask, our minds in flight,
"Did ancients craft such a sight?"
Did they harness the stars, or the Earth's deep core?
Secrets locked in stone, forevermore.
A mystery echoes in the ancient sand,
A timeless craft, by an ancient hand.
Were they masters of earth, sky, and sea?
Holding keys to a lost technology.
Each block a riddle, each passage a song,
In Giza's shadow, where secrets belong.
Mighty pyramids, whispering the old lore,
Telling tales of wisdom, and so much more.
A testament to minds, profound and vast,
Echoes of a civilization, unsurpassed.
In the quiet night, under starlit skies,
We ponder their world, through modern eyes.
What knowledge held, what power did they wield?
In the ancient stones, forever sealed.
As we gaze upon these wonders so grand,
We realize, we might not be the most advanced.
In the dance of time, in the cosmic play,
Ancients once thrived, in their own way.
As we gaze upon these wonders so grand,
We realize, we might not be the most advanced.
In the dance of time, in the cosmic play,
Ancients once thrived, in their own way.