Cities Can Be Like Melting Pots of Diverse Characters

Oh! Give me the buskers in the street

So I may drop them coins of worth,

And encourage them with words

And hope I´ve helped some way.

Oh! Give me city lights at night,

So I can stare in wonder like a child,

Silent in my memories..

Oh! Give me crowded cafes, people vying for seats,

Chattering and laughing, amongst aromas of coffee..

Breathe in...aaah . peace.!

Oh! Give me large department stores, an area for perfumes,

Glamorous in pretty bottles,

Scents of famous film stars.

Dancing Halls,

Concert Halls,

Theatre Plays and more..

Give me the city in all its glory,

I cannot ask for more.

Oh! Give me all of this, then return me to my busker,

Warm him with steaming mugs to drink,

Walk away and let me think of why these sights

So heal me.

They calm my mental state.

My joy comes from the city, bustling crowds,

of humans.

Some seeking out a living, yet proud of their own work.

Others on vacation, wide-eyed at the sights.

Traffic noise and music.

People all around.

I cannot be in empty fields or mountains,

With silence in the air.

As if there´s no one there.

Quiet fields with flowers, pretty,. Mountainsides with sheep,

Oh! Give me none of these.