One day, I’ll be there. Amidst a wave of hundreds of men and women, A mingle of foreigners and natives, Standing on green meadows of turf, Gazing in wonder at the alluring Eiffel Tower. Daydreaming of appetizing French bagels, Whilst carrying sacks filled to the brim of brightly coloured macaroons, And saying things like “j'aime beaucoup la France”, And “une autre baguette s'il vous plait”! Sensing a slight breath of wind heave me away, I’ll be drawn back by the classical folk melody blessing the air. The Eiffel Tower will stand vigorously, Though I’ll persist to collapse every time I catch a glimpse at the winsome sight. Pointing at the heavens, Reminding me of where blessings fall from, And dreams come true. That little while my face will beam like a ray of sunlight, My spirit will be in bliss, And I’ll smile as I watch my fantasies become the truth, Towering above me. One day, I’ll be there.