Upon the hills where whispers dwell,
The Great Wall stands, a tale to tell,
In Beijing, strong and vast it sprawls,
A sentinel against the clash of calls.
With watchtowers high, it pierces the sky,
Where soldiers stood, prepared to vie,
Defending lands from East to West,
A bastion forged to stand the test.
In ancient times, when threats were rife,
It shielded the realm, preserving life,
From nomadic tribes with arrows drawn,
To the dawn of peace, a new day’s spawn.
Stone by stone, its legacy grew,
A marvel wrought by hands so true,
Through dynasties' rise and empires' fall,
Its grandeur echoes, a timeless call.
The Ming Dynasty saw its might expand,
With bricks and mortar laid by hand,
To guard against invasions fierce,
While unity and strength it would pierce.
In shadows cast by ancient plight,
It stood resilient, a beacon of light,
A symbol of culture, history entwined,
In every stone, the past defined.
As trade routes thrived, the Silk Road flourished wide,
The Wall, a guide, where fortunes bide,
A pathway forged through perilous lands,
Where commerce thrived, and trade demands.
Yet in the whispers of the night,
The Wall remembers each valiant fight,
A tapestry woven with blood and tears,
A chronicle of hopes, dreams, and fears.
Today it stands, a world to see,
A monument to bravery, history's key,
In Beijing, proud and grand,
A lasting legacy, forever will stand.
So let us honor this ancient thread,
Where many have walked, where few have tread,
For in its stones, the stories lie,
Of a nation's heart that will never die.