I sit on this summit of stones; cool winter breeze upon my face, hair flowing.
The greater light reigns high in the sky beginning its descend.
I am surrounded by the remnants of nature, the gems of this City.
Squirrels roam these fields, digging for their hidden treasure.
The plane above invades my solace, reminding me of where I am.
I open my eyes to see standing before me, man made towers.
Written By: Josette Hansen
Pseudonym Adinah Schramm