Has big ideas for a small island
Which makes it charming.
I am excited
To round its corners and explore its nooks.
No place is comparable.
Many big words are written
Concerning the People who inhabit
This enchanting, dreaming, scheming place.
I delve into this Island of Hope
Knowing that what I see is what I am.
I’m a miniscule Player in this City.
With Friends beside me, I’ll walk
And reminisce about times we forgot
For we knew they’d be here “forever”.
Our lives are fleeting.
When in Manhattan, the pace may be fast
Enough so we can’t keep up.
Simply to be enthralled and take a breath
Pierce the atmosphere with varying points
Breaking up vistas.
They are man-made peaks
Standing side-be-side like a mountain chain
Demanding the same effect.
It’s a great deal easier
Climbing to the top of these fake mountains
Using stairways and elevators.
The thrill of staring at a City,
Especially at night with all the lights
Gleaming like the stars, leaves one speechless, and numb.
Details never before seen
Pop out like gargoyles on this scenery
Built from many different buildings.
Peering down at streets
With miniature People and toy cars;
Or, so it seems from this height.
Skyline is tiny in this Universe,
Yet, Queen in this World.