Upon the giants’ backs, with wistful might we tread,
Yet blind to wisdom’s depth, still hidden from our sight.
Here we stand, as knights in shadows’ fleeting grace,
Awed by these ancient stones, time’s secrets to embrace.
Upon the giants’ backs, with wistful might we tread,
Yet blind to wisdom’s depth, still hidden from our sight.
Here we stand, as knights in shadows’ fleeting grace,
Awed by these ancient stones, time’s secrets to embrace.