High above the city, where the winds are sharp and free, A realm of restless motion whispers ancient mystery. Skyscrapers pierce the heavens, reaching for the skies, While stars beyond their shining peaks gaze down with timeless eyes.

The streets below are rivers, flowing red and gold, A million fleeting moments in their currents uncontrolled. Yet up here in the silence, the noise begins to fade, And all the bustling chaos feels distant and dismayed.

The moon becomes a lantern, hung in velvet black, Its silver light a guardian, watching every track. The hum of life below me humbles and inspires, A symphony of dreaming hearts and flickering desires.

I watch the world in miniature, a tapestry of lights, A flicker of humanity in the velvet cloak of night. High above the city, where the earth and sky divide, I find a quiet solace and let my soul reside.