In the quiet dawn foundations take their stand,
Ground embraced in a mortar mix as life’s blueprint is planned.
Birth echoes in each cornerstone’s embrace,
A home begins and a life takes its first grace.

Walls ascend like childhood’s lively hum,
Rooms expanding, like a newborn’s kingdom come.
The first floor, a cradle of joyous mirth,
A dance of dreams and a celebration of birth.

Upon the second floor, beams intertwine,
An echo of maturity of life’s design.
Adulthood’s corridors and spaces unfold,
Responsibilities woven in timbers bold.

Weathered timbers on the third floor stand,
A testament to time like an elder’s hand.
Memories etched in grains as in stories of old,
Wisdom’s sanctuary is where the heart takes hold.

The rooftop view is the canvas of the sky,
Where dreams ascend and mortal lives untie.
A realm beyond, where mysteries unfurl,
The afterlife, the beyond, life’s final swirl.

In each nail’s tap and each beam’s caress,
A life’s tale woven deep in this address.
From foundation to rooftop, this journey is profound,
A poem of construction, where life is bound.

Within the sky a modern tale unfolds,
Where a soaring bus’s silver wings enfold.
No tracks to bind, no roads to restrain,
A commuter train in the celestial domain.

From horse to cart marks this journey’s evolution,
The engine’s now roar in relentless revolution.
Now a skyward leap, ours wings unfurled,
A journey through clouds into this brave new world.

Packed in like sardines, in a metal tube we soar,
Above the earth’s embrace to destinations galore.
A dance of clouds, a symphony of flight,
A new industrial era takes its height.

From steam to jet, the progression is clear,
To new frontiers we steer.
Time is redefined,
As a new era we find.

So let us fly on this commuter’s winged steed,
A modern odyssey fueled by speed.
In the sky we commute, our journeys sublime,
A testament to progress, in mans progressive march through time.