A day of glorious weather,
I have noticed from the view.
The place I take in secrecy,
Across from the vaulted spire.
In symphony of diligent hands,
My taste buds are catered for.
From my primary vantage corner,
I can spy the world below.
People come from far and wide,
To reward their thirst for more.
And in my birds eye haven,
I can enjoy the gentle hour.
The rhythm of a market town,
Has lowed my roaming spirit.
For I had once become alive,
To the essence of her powerful touch.
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