Sail in my shadowy hallway, Where stone walls rise so high. I’m carved by ancient frozen giants Who once walked by the sky.

A constellation of land, amongst the waters of the world. No land bridge exists, unless manmade. Though tectonically, I'm all connected.

I have no form, I don't exist on any map, Yet I am now here, right where you stand. From me, the unexpected springs the trap, You've read my name, now understand.

The Obelisk in washington, the seven wonders of the world. We all are this, forevermore.

What has roots as nobody sees, is taller than trees, up, up with it goes, and yet never grows?