In the cradle of the morning light,
A city wakes, alive, and bright.
Streets once silent now embrace,
The countless souls in endless race.
The rivers flow with crowded dreams,
As whispers turn to fervent screams.
A dance of life in every lane,
Beneath the sun, through sun and rain.
The forests fade, the fields recede,
Yet hearts still yearn, and minds still lead.
A tapestry of lives entwined,
In search of futures undefined.
Amidst the surge, a hopeful song,
That we might find where we belong.
In every face, a story told,
Of new beginnings, brave and bold.