A Trip To New York City
I drove this morning to New York City.
The scenery flies by the sky is so pretty.
As the sun comes up it shines in my eyes.
Painting different colors across the skies.
I went to a skyscraper it rose up so high.
I felt I could reach out and touch the sky.
I look down below to a world that’s so small.
From the top of this building I can view it all.
I notice the bridges connecting the parts.
They look like arteries connecting the heart.
I watch the traffic like blood it does flow.
Some cars are coming while others do go.
I look to the right and I view the sea.
It reaches for the horizon as far as I see.
They seem to blend and melt together,
Clouds remind me of impending weather.
On the left I can see Central Park.
The jungle within the center of the heart.
Surrounded by concrete still it grows.
The function of nature it does show.
I would like to stay up here forever.
As I see all of these pieces join together.
But I need to go and descend down.
The view is so different on the ground.
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