High-rise balconies, a bird’s eye view,
Observing the city, in shades of dew.
People bustling, like ants in a row,
Life in motion, a constant flow.
Skyscrapers standing tall and grand,
Sunsets painting the sky, like a painter’s hand.
Cars below, like toys in a game,
High-rise balconies, untouched by shame.
A patchwork quilt, of buildings and lights,
High-rise balconies, witness to endless sights.
People’s stories, play out below,
On their perches, silently they glow.
The city’s heart, pulsating and alive,
High-rise balconies, where dreams thrive.
A symphony of honks and chatter,
High-rise observers, nothing does matter.