A/N: This is a poem about San Francisco!

Painting A Dream

Painted ladies line the steep streets,
It's almost like climbing up to heaven.
They're a rainbow when you see them in a row.
Colors of people, cultures, and acceptance.

Sweeping suspensions adorn the sparkling water.
The cables have strength, yet appear gentle.
They're the welcoming committee for all who come.
A warm embrace and an inviting sense of peace.

Cables rumbling beneath the surface,
Cars zoom along them clinging for life.
The ringing of the bell and people getting off.
A sound of freedom heard all over the world.

Green mountains rolling in the distance,
Playfully eyeing their reflections in the water.
They loom over as if watching and protecting.
Comfort, tranquillity, and harmony interwoven.

Shining blue water meets the rocky coastline,
Dancing on the sand and disappearing again.
Its powers are limitless and inspiring.
A vast sea of imagination and creativity.

Clouds of fog glide in the air above.
Keeping an eye on all that is below.
Slowly, treats from the sky come into view.
A gigantic rainstorm of love is washed down.

People fill the parks and street corners.
A pleasing hum like a melody resonates.
They're living a reality that is a dream.
A spider web of diversity composed like a song.

Only one place can transform these images into truth.
Like a utopia where all exist peacefully alongside others.
A city where all can unite to celebrate their differences.
All terror and fear can be overcome with respect and understanding.