You sit in your white glory
By the blue ocean
Like a flock of birds
Ready to take off
Like swollen sails
Setting off to sea
Like a sophisticated statue
The chiseled spirit of creativity
Like segments of a ripe citrus fruit
Tempting and mouth watering
Like nothing
Resembling the actual
Steel, cement,
Brick and mortar
You’re made of
You’re not a building
You’re an artistic masterpiece
You shouldn’t be out on the street
You belong in an art gallery.
Alternate Perspective 