I, For One, Still Believe
I, for one, still believe.
Under a clear blue sky, the American flag flutters atop an old town hall, each ripple telling tales of history.
It has witnessed generations celebrate and grieve, and seen wars begin and end. It has led celebration parades and funeral processions both.
Children once recited pledges beneath its stripes on a daily basis, and soldiers saluted it with unwavering pride, as they still do today.
Twilight approaches, and its colors deepen against the setting sun, a symbol of unity and resilience.
An elderly veteran pauses, gazing up, memories flooding back, his eyes filling with tears.
The flag, tattered but resolute, whispers stories of freedom and sacrifice, reminding us that its true strength lay in the spirit of those who believe in its promise.
I, for one, still believe.