Sheer dark emerald green shooting up into the sky,
I can see my reflection in your face as I walk by.
Depending on where the sun is your shade may turn to gray.
I have an urge to enter, but not an urge to stay.
Solid mass from head to toe, you offer no escape.
You are so imposing, yet I fear in an earthquake,
You might shatter and send shards sailing through the air,
Showering your occupants, Intriguing! Do I dare,
Allow myself the thrill of the view from your tip top?
Today I’ve got to do it though my brain tells me to stop.
The doorman who protects you lets me in and up I go.
I step out at your apex, where’s my stomach? I don’t know.
I’m up above the trees and way above the crowds.
They appear as ants, from up among the clouds.
I can see the river though it’s miles and miles away.
Now that I’ve braved the distance, I know I’m here to stay.
I’ve been asked to plant myself right here in this corner spot.
My brain knows that I shouldn’t, but my heart and souls forgot,
How frightening and insecure it is from way up here.
Your aura and your splendor overpower all my fear.
I accept the challenge and begin to settle in.
The clouds began to darken, the lightning strikes and then,
I ask if we should descend and get safely away,
There’s laughter as someone explains that this is my first day.
I stood mesmerized and frozen, watching things transform,
From where I was positioned up inside the storm.
It’s 15 years I’ve worked here now and I wouldn’t change a thing.
I smile at first-time clients and the breathlessness they bring.
I listen to the sounds they make, looking to the ground below.
They always ask me, “Aren’t you frightened?” I answer, “Mostly no.”
She’s built like a fortress, I’ve felt her shift and even shake.
I’ve come to trust her structure, but make no mistake,
My brain still sometimes asks me, “What are we doing? Should we go?”
I look out from where you’re standing and reply, “I don’t think so.”
She’s the talk of the city. We’re at the highest point in town.
She’ll give you back your stomach on your trip ’bout half way down.
She’s the envy of the architects, a construction masterpiece.
She’s on the front page of the journals proving wonders never cease.
I admired her from a distance, yes she used to frighten me,
Until I summoned up the courage, now I’m a fixture fit perfectly.