Where concrete once a forest grew, A different kind of city grew. The towers rise in emerald-clad, A promise that the future’s glad. No roar of engines, sharp and loud, Just whispers in a silver cloud, As silent pods on ribbons glide, With sky-lanes open, far and wide.
The sun-sips from each glassy pane, And feeds the gardens in the rain. The walls themselves can breathe and sigh, Beneath a clean and hopeful sky. The streetlights wake as dusk descends, And know when weary travel ends. A gentle hum, a quiet grace, Is woven into time and space.
The children run on paths of green, A vibrant, thriving, public scene. The plaza square, a common heart, Where every person plays a part. For this is not a dream of steel, But something human, warm, and real. A city built to help us be Connected, thoughtful, wild, and free.
Pam Beach ‘Beyond the Blog’
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