Eiffel Tower

Her head caresses the sky,
With her body upright below,
Her face reaches so high,
And touches a rainbow.

Her colour is dusty grey,
Yet gleams brightly in the sun,
She spends a cheerful day,
Welcoming tourists as they come.

She enjoys being climbed upon,
And sharing the views of her city,
She’s as happy as a swan,
Because Paris below is so pretty.

At sunset, she’s a beautiful sight,
She twinkles like the stars,
Reigning over the City of Light,
At her feet, the Field of Mars.