In the cradle of dawn, a whisper grows,
A seed of life in the bustling throng,
Cities stretch their arms wide,
Embracing the ceaseless song.

Rivers of people flow through streets,
Each with dreams like stars aglow,
In the dance of time and fate,
We watch the endless ebb and flow.

Beneath the sky, a tapestry unfolds,
Threads of lives interwoven tight,
In the heart of each, a story told,
A testament to day and night.

As shadows lengthen in the evening glow,
The world breathes with vibrant grace,
In the chorus of humanity’s growth,
We find our place, our sacred space.