I beguile, intrigue and create mystery.
Strong hands bore me
To where I stand now,
Toiling, sweating, labouring
To bring soul to me;
Stone circle of life,
Pathway to the sun.
I cause learned men to
Stare in awe and think of
How and why I stand.
So proud, so indefinable,
Yet undeniably spiritual.
I am incomprehensible,
To modern eyes.
But, oh, how I remember,
Days long gone; ancient times
When hunter gatherers
Laughed and wept,
Laid their dead to rest
And paid homage at this
Site most sacred.
I have witnessed happiness,
Love, hatred and war,
Joy, sadness and death.
I have an awesome power,
Able to touch the hearts
Of the most humble or
Hard of humankind.
I can cause grown men
To weep and sigh.
Presidents, paupers and pagans
All revere and venerate me.
I beguile, intrigue, and create mystery.
I am at one with God
And the universe.