Solar Cities Rising
Beneath the sky, a golden hue,
The sun pours light, both old and new.
On rooftops, gardens softly bloom,
Where solar panels hum and loom.
The streets are veins, alive and green,
With trees that whisper what they’ve seen.
A world reborn, where hands unite,
To build a future bathed in light.
The towers rise, but not to claim,
They cradle life, not wealth or fame.
Their glass reflects the clouds that glide,
A dance of nature, side by side.
The rivers flow with crystal grace,
Through cities built to heal, embrace.
No smoke, no waste, no shadowed air,
Just breath and hope and tender care.
The children laugh in sunlit squares,
Their dreams are seeds, the world is theirs.
They plant and paint, they learn and grow,
In harmony with all they know.
The night arrives, but not in fear,
For stars and lanterns draw us near.
The moon, a guardian, soft and wise,
Watches over where the future lies.
Oh, solar cities, bold and bright,
You are the dawn, the end of night.
A testament to what we’ve done,
When Earth and sky and hearts are one.
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