Stalks of Steel..!

Looking upon a town from my towering perch
Streets alive.
To and fro - scurrying.
Dense crowds, lonesome in their skulls.
A furious need to build & achieve.
Machine men and their construction thunder.
Rare, fleeting serenity drizzled;
hoping to wash.
The seering sun dries it away.
Clarity now simply water marks on dirty windows.
Smoke stacks and chimneys climb.
Thick smoke billows skyward,
tainting fair winds, and blotting skyscapes.
Our lives, they leave a mark.
But vines of furtive ivy survive;
clinging to brick, reaching sunward.
Life will leave it’s mark.

On a troubled day,
all seems composed of soot and grime.
All is of which we make it.
So now I sow my magic beans.
This tower of steel, an inspired stalk.
And I check my six for giants!