I’d like to offer a little bit of my own poetry for your consideration, and to get this blog off to a good start. 🙂

Glass Towers by Aria Maher

Gleaming spires, rising high.
See these forests of the sky
Built by men who long to fly,
Climbing.

Glassy towers climbing skyward
Ever on and ever upward.
Square and tall and uninspired,
Rising.

Blotting out the shining stars.
Slicing night like ancient scars.
Gracing such a land as ours,
Gleaming.

Cities all will die someday.
Glassy spires shall decay.
What people build will never stay.
Falling.