Skyward Bridge
Reflection
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.