This City, My Home Poem by Harj Rabke

Wake up
to the aroma of freshly roasted coffee
to the taste of smashed avocado smeared on golden slices of love
to the sound of baby birds chirping.

Look up
at the calm and colourful sky,
beaming with streaks of papaya orange and dusty pink,
the gentle sun kisses you good morning.

Midday and the city cheers for your success.
Lush greenery, whispering rivers, bridges, skyscrapers come together
Their wonder and charm radiate each layer of your skin
Rejuvenated, you proceed.

Five o' clock arrives,
The city still thrives.
Busy but beautiful with its buzz and beeps that sound like a symphony,
In other cities I only hear silence.

The moon lights up the ocean beneath it,
its shadows delicately wrap their arms around the buildings goodnight.
Is there anywhere else you would rather be?

My head rests on a cloud,
I hear the noise but it is not loud,
I feel so overjoyed, so proud, to call this city
my home,
this city,
my home.