Class

From the class of high
One lives above the sky
With none above,
just those below
Who look upward to
where they want to go
 
From the class of high
Lives one above the sky
And from that perch
Visitors see your view
and now search
For the stairs to take
To that place,
to elevate they,
who then say
 
I too see from high above
The land below
The land below
That has so much more
To go
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