What I see from the tower.

The point of the point
The sharpness of the corner
The shine of the tiny thing
That i see from the tower.

The luster of the object
It can not be imagined
But for me at the moment
It could be brightened.

I had never seen something
So cared for and treasured.
Worshipped or prayed for
It always seemed measured.

It took all the glory
Though it could not be jarred
For this good was made of beauty
As it was a Star.