The Stones
From over the stones shining golden rays from the East
The Sun peeped through the ancient monuments
A sacred place where some gathered to worship gods
T’was long ago, the times of Druids and kings
The Solstice would come marking the seasons
The public knew by the shadows like on curtains
And when the time of summer or early fall began
The shadows laid prints on stones measuring them
Festivals celebrating Earthen bounties and treasures
A time of magic and a time they wondered
A time of beauty beyond cathedral windows
Not made by hands of men but by those of God
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