With concrete ribs and metal teeth,
Its heart a pulsing, rhythmic feast
Of traffic lights, a steady beat.
The moon, a silver coin above,
Watches the city, cold and still,
As shadows creep, like ghostly love,
Across the streets, the rooftops fill.
Then dawn arrives, a gentle hand,
Unfurling light, a golden hue,
Awakening the slumbering land,
A symphony of life anew.
The beast begins to stir and groan,
Its eyelids lift, the sun shines bright,
And life, a river, rushes on,
In the city's embrace, day and night.