Like an oak from an acorn it grew
Higher and higher until it towers over its sisters.
A giant among the giants
That stand guarding this sacred ground.

It speaks silent words in the night
That only those who have lost deeply can hear.
Words that fall on ears
Like water drops tumbling into a bottomless pool.

The sun glints off its skin
At night, lights capture its ethereal presence.
Standing tall through all watches,
A modern Greek Colossus tasked with protecting lost souls.

From whence did you come
You rascacielo - scraper of the sky?
From memories of the twins,
Their legacy of which you are tasked to carry on.

Watch over us, mighty one,
Sentinel of all that is holy and hallowed below.
Let your strength be our strength
As we walk beneath you through the coming years.

You are WTC 1, half of what once was.
You embody our dreams, hopes and fears for a future not yet formed.
You stand as a testament that we will never forget.
You are the Freedom Tower, 1776 feet of steel and glistening glass.