A well-deserved yawn

From a grid of soft lights

After a rosy sunrise shifts

Deep violets across navy skies

Into more nights

A city with strong lungs

Never sleeps on its notes

But carries a melodic rhythm

To never ponder its words

When painting its musical strokes

Filled halfway to the brim

A wonder full of perspective

What draws such life to a city

That rests in bustling peace

Or needs to be more perceptive

Filled with new possibilities

A continuation of yesterday

Traffic crescendos into a symphony

As the morning breathes life

Into a city with more to say