Skyward Bridge

Beneath the azure dome, where dawn's first light whispers, A bridge of steel and dreams spans the silent sea. Its arches rise like guardian sentinels, Guiding the way to a city shrouded in mist. The river flows, a mirror of time and change, Reflecting the past and the promise of the future. Vehicles hum along the path of progress, Each journey a testament to human will. The city sleeps, wrapped in a veil of fog, Its towers reaching for the heavens, unyielding. Here, where the land meets the water's embrace, A symphony of steel and stone unfolds. This is the bridge, a testament to connection, A symbol of unity, a path to the unknown. It stands as a beacon, a bridge to the soul, Where the past and future meet in harmony. For those who cross, it is a journey of hope, A reminder that we are all part of something greater. The bridge, the city, the river, and the sky— Together, they weave the tapestry of life.