In the hustle of city streets, where faces pass,
A diverse tapestry, humanity's class.
From concrete jungles to rural abodes,
In daily grind, life's rhythm it encodes.
Ancestors unknown, in a murky past,
We found our footing, through struggle amassed.
From humble beginnings, we built and we sowed,
A saga unfolding, a story untold.
In the eons that span, our journey unfolds,
From primitive whispers to tales yet to be told.
In the grind of survival, we toiled and we spun,
The rise and the fall, under the same sun.
In the grand tapestry, woven with strife,
Wars and upheavals mark chapters of life.
Yet, amidst the struggles, connections are found,
A common thread, humanity bound.
As cities rise, and as nations fall,
In the face of adversity, we stand tall.
From the cradle to the grave, in joys and in strife,
Our shared humanity, the essence of life.
In the cacophony of voices, a unity we seek,
Through language and culture, through valleys and peaks.
In the everyday moments, where stories are born,
The realism of humanity, a fabric well-worn.
Comments (1)
Nice