"Underneath the autumn sky's embrace, A city dons a new, sleek face. Glass and steel in twilight gleam, Reflections dance in vibrant streams. Bold facades rise with silent grace, Echoes of an olden place. Chirping neon lights ignite, Curb the chill of encroaching night. Each corner turned, a fresh debut, History mingles with the new. Brick and mortar once held sway, Now replaced in modern play. Sidewalks hum with subtle beats, Strangers' steps in rhythmic fleets. In this metamorphosed array, Old and new converge and sway. Here, the past and present blend, Crafting tales that never end. In this look, a city's art, Modern grace with history’s heart. ©twisha ray"