Ecija’s Embrace

In Écija’s embrace, I gently roam,
Whitewashed streets, a labyrinth I call home.
Amidst the sun’s embrace, I start my quest,
To seek the treasures hidden in the west.

I wander through the cobblestone’s delight,
In every corner, history takes flight.
Whispering secrets, these streets softly speak,
As I stroll through memories, pure and meek.

With each step forward, I remember to crane,
My neck and look up, breaking the mundane.
Church towers, like sentinels, pierce the sky,
In their grandeur and grace, they reach so high.

Écija’s charm, a tapestry so grand,
With church towers tall, it’s a magical land.
I’ll forever cherish this scenic view,
As I wander the streets, forever new.