In the morning's hush, a clock's soft chime,
Heralds the rush of fleeting time.
Footsteps echo on bustling streets,
A world alive, where schedules meet.

The city hums with its ceaseless tune,
Sunrise to dusk, then under the moon.
Phones that ring, and plans to chase,
Dreams entwined in a hurried race.

Hands that toil, and hearts that yearn,
Lessons taught...