Thirteen feets above the ground, i stood on the concrete floors of rock. Watching the farthest land of men, built with heights and lights to attract. Beautiful indeed are those views, not a single tree blocked my sight, not a single mountain left. Man had vanished it with a blink of an eye. Alone I stood for I had no pals, nor could I engrave those in words. For I saw beautiful of the sights, Ocean of lights and land of heights.
