In the heart of the city where the tall towers touch the sky,
The day begins with a rooster’s crow, an urban lullaby.
Trains run on their silver tracks with a rhythm all their own,
While the bus sighs heavily like a sleepy, rumbling stone.
Cars zip and zap, honk and beep , in a symphony of sound,
And the crossing signals chirp, as busy feet abound.
A whirling helicopter’s hum paints patterns in the air,
As folks down on the sidewalk stroll without a care.
Children’s laughter fills the park, as bright as any bell,
While ice cream trucks play jingling tunes that all the kids know well.
Bicycles ring their tinkling notes, like a quiet, merry song,
As the bustling, rustling city sings along all day long.
When the sun dips down and the moon begins to climb,
The city starts to settle, it’s the end of day’s rhyme.
A dog’s distant bark echoes softly in the night,
And the owl in the city park hoots a soft “Goodnight.”
But the city never sleeps, it just whispers, doesn’t shout,
Night buses still rumble, and cars still roam about.
The gentle hum of streetlights, the faint murmur of the trees,
Serenade the city with a midnight melody.
So rest, little one, in this city full of dreams,
Where every sound’s a story, or so it surely seems.
From morning’s dawn to night’s soft call, each sound is a delight,
In the city, our sweet city, every day and every night.
