In Seoul’s heart, where ancient echoes sleep, A grand palace stands, secrets to keep. Gyeongbokgung, a name on the wind softly sighs, Reflecting the ages in tranquil skies.
Through Gwanghwamun’s gates, where guardians once strode, A path opens wide, a majestic abode. Past Haetae’s stern gaze, stone sentinels wise, The spirit of grandeur magnificently lies.
The intricate eaves, painted in patterns so bold, Each vibrant dancheong, a story untold. Of kings and queens, their triumphs and plight, Through sun-dappled courtyards and moonlit night.
Geunjeongjeon’s majesty, where power once reigned, And loyal subjects their fealty sustained. The phoenixes gleam on the tiled, sweeping roofs, Witnessing centuries, silent, profound proofs.
Hyangwonjeong’s island, a pavilion serene, Reflected in waters, a picturesque scene. Willow trees weep, their long branches hang low, As dragonflies dance in the gentle soft glow.
The stone paths worn smooth by the steps of the past, A tapestry woven, designed to long last. Though turbulent seasons have swept through these halls, The spirit of Joseon forever enthralls.
A bridge to an era of elegance and grace, In Gyeongbokgung’s beauty, time finds its own space. Where history breathes, and the soul finds its peace, A timeless wonder, its splendor won’t cease.
