The sun rebounds off the windows of a thousand buildings that scrape the sky.
The reflecting glimmer is a spectrum of magnificent beauty to all who pass by.
Blinding, Pure--Piercing the heart of Truth.

The glimmer ceases at a place of hallowed ground
Where the sunbeams descend in rays to show what isn't, but was.
We are reminded of the two tall towers that dared to brush against the sky.

We are reminded of the fire that ravaged the structure,
An orange fiend that never tired.

We are reminded of the hopeless,
The bodies floating through the air like parachutes.

We are reminded of the two planes
That brought buildings to their knees.

All for the crime of daring to be one with the clouds.

We are reminded of the once stable structures falling,
Crumbling in on themselves.
The panic as the public ran,
The silence that followed.
The ash that fell like snow.

Then came the Light.
Heroes dressed in yellow broke onto the battlefield like a rushing stream.
They gave more than they had.
They saw more than they could hold.

Some didn't make it.
All were heroes.

343 firefighters and paramedics died saving lives.
2,819 civilians were murdered.
2 planes ripped giants from the sky.
8:45 a.m.
September 11th, 2001