I look across the city from a hill,
endless blocks of buildings do I see.
The hill is quiet, the morning air is still,
a gentle wind of thought blows upon me:
"Beneath those buildings made of stone and steel,
stand many other buildings big and small.
Buildings that we neither see nor feel,
they cast no shadows, make no sound at all.
Teachers building students' knowledge and skill,
Parents building families at home.
Young people building careers with strong will,
Merchants building wealth in days to come."
Beneath those buildings standing tall and strong,
are buildings that we build our whole life long.
"Buildings" - a sonnet
by Huang Bing Yao
Mon 30May22 1344 hrs GMT+8
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