A different skyline:

The green is denser

The blue, clearer

And houses

Identical, they stand in rows.

The wind is chill

And the trees are strangers

But they cast their shade on you.

Cars whiz by

Monotonous, not a honk

Uniform, like robots

They bring the streets

To life

For not a soul otherwise

Do I see walking by.

All’s in place

and rules are followed

Oh dear,

this is so different from home.