Beneath the Tower's iron lace,
Amidst the city's brisk embrace,
Stands a soul seeking solace,
In the shadow of its grace.
Gentle river, flowing free,
Mirrors life's vast tapestry.
Boats that drift on currents mild,
Whisper tales to the inner child.
Clouds above, in bright array,
Part to let in beams of day.
Golden rays kiss the scene,
A tranquil moment, pure, serene.
The Eiffel's strength in lines and curves,
Reflects the courage one preserves.
In life's vast, intricate dance,
We seek the Tower's steadfast stance.
So let your worries ebb away,
Like dusk that ends the Paris day.
Find peace within, let go of strife,
The Tower stands, much like life.