The hustling, bustling speed of the city,

People rushing, racing each other all day.

No one takes time to stop and look, the pity.

To look at what we built, how the bays changed.

Beauty in every road, every building and sign,

The natural sights are growing slim.

Skyscrapers rise taller than mountains.

The natural lighting is growing dim.

We trade waterfalls for fountains.

The nature of humanity is to grow,

People of old are longing for the past.

Traffic hugs sharp turns like young rivers flow.

The progress of humanity moves fast.

Humanity is alive. Humanity is beauty.

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