Men wished for sunshine got their wishes granted.
Decided has summer to arrive in May.
I dragged my way to DUMBO, which enchanted
In brightness, boiling scenic in heat ray.
Pretend did I enjoy the classic scene,
With photos like by many tourist unknown.
Bright colors and right contrast in the screen
Seem proving day enjoyable as shown.
Inside I soaked in suffering wetness,
And wished for clouds and winds, even some rains.
The liveliest scene represents breathlessness
Enjoyable sights hide unspoken pains.
Those who appreciate the colorful
Will not know prices behind the wonderful.
I snowboarded freely on the cloud,
Felt floating crossing vales and hills.
In minutes I was back to crowd,
And waited for one more run in chills.
In flash curved I through guarding trees,
And shaved the snow to sky in breeze.
Another autumn comes and almost gone.
With rain today foliage will disappear.
By work my energy has overdrawn.
Shall I go catch the season while it's here?
Debated with laziness won heart of art.
Regret shall I without some proof of life.
Equipped with tripod and phone I depart.
With skills and spirit in Reels I'd get rife.
Along the water waited the golden leaves.
On path the harvest colors paved the way.
Best moment greatest season they achieve,
Not knowing their fate after rain today.
Best colors shiver under thunderstorms.
Eternal grace lives only in art forms.
Is it ghost house disguised as modern art,
Or science decorated in future skin?
To worth the ticket we all pretend smart,
Appreciating whispers in ghost scene.
Together people sit or lie on floor,
Submerging in illusions of the rocks.
Photography, recordings, and more,
To memorize the weird flying blocks.
Another room makes sense of cubes on fly,
And put them in the landmarks that well known.
Like aliens visit City from the sky,
Abnormal shapes belong to foreign zone.
Imaginations find their audience.
Pretenders meet creative brilliance.
Just nineteen years ago twin towers crashed,
And now new tower stand on top of ash.
Buildings are lighted, respects are paid, we swear
To not let tragedy happen again.
Yet ten times casualties in this city,
Turn blind we take it as a victory.
Will nineteen years later we remember
If we exchange lives for economy?
