High above the world, I stand, a stage for skies to meet the land. A ledge where whispers softly blend, where views and breezes gently mend.

PROOF TO rain and wind and sky, Rearrange me, that’s the why. Split in two, both halves are true, The answer hides in plain view.

The kind from Brussels are not the most favourite on the planet, although some say that roasted they're not half bad.

Up above the world so high Like a diamond in the sky

I reflect the heavens down below, born when storm clouds overflow. Step too near and watch me sway, as ripples steal the sky away.