constructing (canvas)

The machines, giants of steel and might, With arms of iron, and lights so bright. They forge ahead, like beasts of burden, Building a city, with each turn and every motion. With a roar and a rumble, they carve the land, Laying foundations, where once was sand. From the ground up, they bring life to the world, A metropolis rising, with grace and swirl. A city of dreams, a city of steel, A place of wonder, with a heart that feels. The machines, its builders and protectors, A symphony of progress, with a voice so correctors.   About Thin Canvas