London’s Pulse

Cobblestone whispers beneath hurried feet,
As red buses rumble down rain-slicked streets.
Big Ben chimes, echoing through misty air,
While pigeons scatter in Trafalgar Square.

Thames flows steady, a murky ribbon’s gleam,
Bridging past and present in an urban dream.
Markets bustle, voices rise and fall,
Street art blooms on every weathered wall.

Pubs glow warm against the twilight’s chill,
Laughter spills from doors on every hill.
History breathes in every brick and stone,
A city’s heart that millions call their home.

From Tower Bridge to Hyde Park’s verdant space,
London thrums with life at breakneck pace.
A world in miniature, forever changing,
Yet timeless in its charm, forever ranging.