The Ancient City: Built of River and Clay
From silt and sun, the first great walls arose,
Where rivers curved to kiss the thirsty land.
The seed was cast where fertile water flows,
And mud was pressed by many a calloused hand.
No more the wanderer’s trail, the shifting tent,
But granaries to hold the golden yield;
In brick and lime, the human will was bent
To fence the wild and tame the open field.
A marketplace became the beating heart,
Where strangers traded spice and silver tongue,
And laws were carved to set the tribes apart,
While high in stone, the temple bells were rung.
Beneath the dust of ages, silent, deep,
The bones of cities in the cradle sleep.
The Modern City: Of Steel and Circuitry
The forge ignited with a dragon’s breath,
To cast the beam and weld the iron spine.
We cheated space and defied sudden death,
With towers rising in a glass design.
No longer bound by season or by light,
The neon pulse erases stars above;
The hum of wires vibrates through the night,
As engines race and metal gears shove.
A million minds in concrete canyons drift,
Connected by a thread of unseen code;
The ancient mud is buried in the shift
Toward the high and digital abode.
A titan born of fire, steam, and glare,
Whose soaring shadow breathes the city air.
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