Projection of Time

Brick by brick is laid,

Each is even and straight.

A set pattern is made,

Is it a coincidence, or fate?

One by one they form one whole, a wall.

It stands tall and proud

With a sandpaper texture, and strength to never fall.

Each and every year it remains to be admired by a crowd.

Row by row the color changes

From dark to light,

It looks as if it has been here for ages,

It creates a grand and beautiful sight.