Peter R.
Google
Metro Center, Morning Pulse
Beneath the city’s marble gleam,
Where echoes hum and steel beams dream,
The heart of D.C. starts to spin—
At Metro Center, life flows in.
From tunnels deep, the people rise,
Their faces bright with fresh sunrise;
Each train a thread, each stop a chance,
To join the nation’s great expanse.
Steps from power, hope, and art,
Ideas spark, new journeys start;
In every rush, a promise gleams—
The capital hums with living dreams.
So pause beneath the vaulted dome,
Where every traveler finds a home;
The tracks may part, the lives may blend—
At Metro Center, all roads ascend.