When the clouds glistened by auroras at night, now city lights glow neon technora, now beautiful
arrays shine, the scrapers scrape the atmosphere, cutting the air.
I remember when trees grew this tall, I remember when the stars guides my path and now the
light from violet signs and data transfer secretory tells me where to go.
I used to hear my ancestors guide me, now I hear the buzzing of AI drive me.
A city of beauty, growing metal flowers with titanium petals.
Similar, they will fall and grow anew but maybe anew where cities grow with forests
and not cities on top of forests.