White spires soar high above us,
Seeming to reach through the clouds:
Pride of man's genius,
Applauded by crowds.
They are hushed - a tense silence,
Fierce glimmering glows,
A roll as of thunder,
Earth trembles below.

Cool morning vapors are challenged by fire;
Steam bursts from hot iron.
Glowing orange, grappling gravity, roaring,
White spires rise higher, climbing, now soaring.
Cerulean is seared by rocketing flame;
A synthetic sunrise glares in our eyes.

Man bursts from his cradle and challenges heaven;
Climbs like a comet through thinning dark skies.
Breaking the tether - the ceiling is near -
Shedding its engines, a white bird flies
To conquer the atmosphere.