Wrapped in nature’s attire,
Filled determination and love,
The Highline is a marvel above.
A world lost in another world.
A frozen space in time whirled.
With much taken, can they forgive
The nothing that I give?
Humbled by the trees and green;
To be alive without the machine.
Truly a capsule of times past,
Yet never too old to not last.
Quiet, like a slumbering leviathan.
Loud, but only within a mind span.
A community in another community,
Flashing nature’s immunity,
The Highline stands.
-Jessen Thomas
