Towering sentinels of inspiration,
What do people feel in your presence?
Are they awe-struck by your visage,
Long shadows covering the Earth?
Are they jealous of your elegance
masterfully dressed in glass and stone?
Do they feel the sway, magical and fearsome,
As the wind caresses you in powerful bursts?
Do they wonder at your majesty
While standing on your shoulders?
Are they proud of how you emerge
From the crowd when seen from afar?
Or do they, like me, recognize the imagination
That created you from nothing?
Do they stand at your feet mesmerized
At your effortless beauty?
Can they look up and find their dreams
Amongst the halo of clouds you wear?
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