Oh, bridge cables as strings in the city’s harp,
Suspended in air, a symphony unravels,
The melody of traffic, a rhythmic hum,
A chorus of movement, a masterpiece of marvels.
Above the river, they stretch and sway,
Resonating with every passing stride,
Connecting the divide with elegant grace,
Creating a harmony of steel and pride.
Each cable a note, each bridge a chord,
Playing the song of the urban landscape,
A dance of strength and delicate balance,
A symphonic ode to progress and fate.
Singing the tales of journeys untold,
Echoing the pulse of a bustling town,
Bridge cables as strings in the city’s harp,
A timeless melody that will never drown.