Not pretty like a flower,
Majestic nonetheless.
I gaze up at your structure,
Admiring your prowess.
You rose up on the corner,
So sturdy and so strong.
A hint at something new,
About to come along.
Mighty and dependable,
You grace the new skyline.
There for when they need you,
Ready all the time.
A glimpse above the houses,
As I walk along my street.
Watching you perform,
Has become a daily treat.
I think about you now,
What is my fascination?
The message in your presence,
That fuels my admiration.
You are not real I know,
You are a symbol though for me.
Dependable and strong,
Just how I strive to be.
Not only for myself,
This strength I wish to share.
Supporting and lifting others,
When their load is hard to bear.
To watch over new creations,
Lifting visions high in the air.
Building dreams around me,
Uncovering capability amidst despair.
To be strong when it is needed,
The constant as lives change.
Enduring the stormy resistance,
Embracing what feels strange.
One day it will all be finished,
The build eventually complete.
A vision will be in existence,
Adorning the end of my street.
If you dream of a more fabulous life,
Discover the ultimate source.
Reach out for the support to uphold,
The strength that will take you the course.
A friend, a partner a coach,
The person you know will stand strong.
Devoted to the vision you have,
Prepared to help you along.
“Doing it yourself does not mean doing it alone” – Jen Lee
That’s beautiful. I don’t know if I ever gave it this much thought – about the creation of dreams. They do a lot!
Tamara, I am struck by the everyday things we become fascinated with, like cranes. We cannot help ourselves but stare up in wonder. I love it.