To the north lies the city slightly torn
With its towers, slightly worn
The city in which I was born.
To the west lies the sea
Its blue-green waters held the key
Of day of fun known to me.
To the south lies the sand
No one within that desert land
Unshaped by any human hand
To the east lie the peaks
Capped with snow, where others seek
With arduous climbs that they are not weak
And hear I stand, between them all
Young, sturdy, strong, and tall,
But compared to these, appearing so small.