In the cradle of cities vast and wide,
Where whispers of growth like rivers glide,
The pulse of life beats ever strong,
In ceaseless rhythm, a timeless song.

Beneath the towers that scrape the sky,
Dreams are woven, hopes soar high,
Each soul a thread in the fabric spun,
Together they rise, together as one.

Yet in this dance, a silent plea,
For balance sought in harmony,
As nature bends to human will,
A gentle hand must guide us still.

So let us walk with mindful grace,
Embrace the world, this shared space,
For every heart that beats anew,
Holds a story, a world to view.