Ethereal Metropolis

In the heart of the city, where steel meets sky, A tower stands, a marvel, as clouds drift by. The bridge, a pathway, connecting land to land, A symbol of connection, in this urban stand. The sun sets low, casting a golden glow, The clouds, a canvas, with hues of orange and slow. The water below, a reflection of the sky, A mirror to the soul, as the city's rhythm sighs. In this metropolis, where dreams are made, The tower stands tall, a monument to human trade. A testament to progress, to innovation and might, A beacon in the night, shining with delight. The city's pulse, a rhythm, that beats like a heart, A symphony of life, that never departs. In this urban landscape, where humans roam, The tower stands watch, a guardian of the city's home.