Cuzco

High in the Andes Under blankets of cloud There is God’s kingdom Where tourist crowd. Walls of stone Reminder of past. Line the streets Where people pass. The buildings lay Brown with age; Blending into hills But still center stage. Climbing Pukamuqu A tiring feat, For those who try Walk the narrow street. Atop the mountain Is a monument. Watching over all For every moment. Cristo Blanco blesses The ancient city below Arms stretched wide To embrace whole. All are amazed, viewing The marvelous view below This majestic carpet Which is Cuzco. I would really appreciate comments and feedback. I'm new to this and want some opinions.