The noise of the city, the passing horns,A symphony of chaos that often warns,Of the hustle and bustle of the urban life,And the pace that's quick, and the strife that's rife.
The sound of the engines, the chatter on the street,A rhythm that's frantic, and a beat that's neat,A pulse that's alive, and a heart that's loud,A city that's vibrant, and a crowd that's proud.
And yet, in the noise, there's a certain calm,A sense of peace, and a soothing balm,That can calm the mind, and ease the soul,And make us feel whole, and make us feel whole.
For in the midst of the chaos, we can find,A moment of stillness, a moment so kind,A chance to reflect, and a chance to breathe,And find the beauty in the urban sheath.And so, let us not be afraid of the city's noise,Or the passing horns that can often annoy,For in the midst of the chaos, we can find,A melody so sweet, and a rhythm so kind.
