By Nic Brownrigg
Majestic beauty in perfection’s eye
Rebuilding the master’s relics
What an elegant sight
The hearts change through compassion’s mind
Rome’s face changes in its new dawn
Bringing back the past to make it anew
Beautious thoughts brought forth
The Ancients’ minds teach again
With everything they once knew
But left in an intellectual code
They themselves deceased
Unable, impossible to answer
Yet mysteriously answerable
Knowledge leading the way
Rome forms with knowledge
Taught from Tradition
Even in death the teacher’s lesson is known
Ever being learned, ever being changed
In this the age of intellect reappears
Right in glorious Italy’s heart