A night-time journey with its ending brings
A view superb that like no other seems.
Our stacking aircraft wheels and banks its wings -
Olympic London close beneath us beams.
Like myriad stars in the firmament,
The brilliant lights, far-scattered, clustered, burn.
A tapestry unfolds, an ornament
Towards whose landmarks eyes in wonder turn.
Thus seen from such a vantage in the sky,
The city shows itself in festive guise,
A place where nation will with nation vie
To win the laurel and deserve the prize.
More often should occasion life enhance
With chance encounters when the spirits dance.
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