There is beauty in a wall,
Looking at its height so tall.
Seeing all the rocks of ages,
Looking into all the pages.

Pages of a time before,
Tales of life, tales of lore.
Listen to the sounds inside,
Tales of old cannot hide.

Hidden in a land within,
Tales of life can now begin.
Hear the tales of rocks and stones,
Hidden deep within these tomes.

Written from a mortals dream,
Come to life beneath the stream.
Walk along the golden shore,
Reading of the tales of lore.

Lore and song are passed down,
From a sage not written down.
Hear these tales of life and love,
Passed to you from high above.

Above a star and guiding light,
Sharing dreams oh so bright.
Feel your dreams and life within,
As your building does begin.

Begin now to build yourself,
Or with friends an earthly wealth.
Build this thing short or tall,
Look at life like this old wall.

Another wonderful poem!!!

Very good indee good to see you posting again.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh your wall is so beautiful ((( craig )))) and your Wall of life is growing and glowing,,, Life is so incredible and the wall we build can be quite incredible