Hustle, concrete, sky high steel,
graffiti art and traffic light,
and I, the asphalt steadfast stage,
the heart of this metropolite.
Rolling wheels and taxi horns,
and crosswalk clicks for timpani.
Footsteps drum and voices hum,
a vibrant, urban symphony.
Silently, I witness all,
and never miss a single beat.
The city's pulse beats on and on,
so loud and clear in me, the street.
--Mindy W., Adult