Stories whispered, dreams retold.

Skyscrapers rising to the sky,

Neon lights that never die.

Central Park with paths so wide,

Brooklyn Bridge at evening tide.

A restless beat, a shining spark,

My dream awaits in New York’s heart.

the sky is wide.

Boats are rocking with the tide.

Houses shine against the hill,

the air is warm,

the world is still.

Mountains rise above the sea,

A view that feels like fantasy.

A bustling sea of

Lights,

Emotions

A city, just one of a kind.

Theyre neat

Theyre full of life

Then theres a wife

Her husbands dead

Hes in his deth bed

Then theres Sebastian

Eating his pasta

Steiv

sunny and warm.

Gentle waves,

against the boat.

Birds singing,

wind blowing.

Summery dream,

that lives on.

And its the best food

You can eat it every time

And then you feel alive

There is a river

In the middle

Showing his little finger

With his bigger sister