Top of the World

Sitting on top of the world
Or so it feels
Looking down on valleys and trees
And houses e'er so small
People like ants
Milling around.
The only noise a rustling breeze
Or distant drone of aeroplanes.

I feel how God must feel
Looking down on His world
Thinking what beauty surrounds
Until a derelict mill
And man made quarry
Jut into sight:
The proverbial "blot on the landscape."

I could sit here all day
Away from the city and smog
Until in the distance
I spy the expanse
Of Manchester smoking away.

Oh well! I can only dream
About sitting on top of the world.

5th May 1996 - Macclesfield, Cheshire, England.

-Richard