05/29/2023
The earthen walls stood, silent and strong,
Rammed by hands that toiled, all day long.
Layers of soil, in colors arrayed,
Nature's artistry, each stroke displayed.
Imperfect perfection, the structure so pure,
Each stratum of history, a tale to endure.
As sunbeams danced, upon the walls,
Whispering secrets of ancient halls.
The earth, compressed, an artist's delight,
Mingling hues, from dark to light.
Time's gentle hand, etched lines so fine,
Witness to generations, a tale intertwined.
In every imperfection, a beauty unveiled,
For in rough edges, stories are hailed.
The weathered facade, a testament true,
To resilience and strength, it imbues.
Rammed earth, humble and serene,
A testament to what nature can mean.
In its layers lie secrets, untold and vast,
A testament to the beauty that forever will last.