Words in Bronze

I walked down the sunlit stone steps into the quiet memorial park, seeking the open air. At the foot of the central granite monument, a heavy cast-bronze plaque caught the morning light. Resting my yellow sword upright against the rough plinth, I stepped onto the warm stone ledge. The raised block letters were weathered with age, bordered by a soft green patina. Drawing a steady breath, I traced each deliberate stroke with my fingers, reading the inscription carved into the metal: 'Build only what the truth can bear.' Good counsel, once set in bronze, endures through all seasons. I paused there in quiet thought, letting its weight settle into my heart.