THE MORNING PONDER

The sky was empty that morning,
But the city streets were buzzing,
With the sounds of feet and traffic,
And the echoes of endless rushing.
I stood there, in the midst of it all,
Watching the world go by,
Wondering what each person’s story was,
And why, oh why, did time have to fly?
The sky above me was a clear blue,
So serene, so calm, so vast,
But the city below was a chaotic mess,
A contrast that was hard to digest.
People rushed to their destinations,
Oblivious to the beauty above,
All they cared about was making it on time,
A never-ending cycle of push and shove.

But in that moment, so brief and fleeting,
I realized something so profound,
That amidst the rushing and the chaos,
There was still beauty to be found.
The rhythm of the footsteps,
The rhyme of car horns and chatter,
Were like music to my ears,
A melody that made my heart fatter.
The literary devices at play,
Were a feast for my hungry mind,
The metaphors and similes,
Were like jewels to be mined.

As I stood there, in that bustling city,
I understood one simple truth,

That amidst the madness and the hurry,
There is still beauty in my youth.