Market Skies

Beneath the woven awnings and the morning light,

Stalls wake up in colors, soft and bright.

Fruit piles high like painted crowns,

Voices drift and circle through the town.

Above the crowds, the air feels wide,

A floating gaze that glides with pride.

Every step and every sound

Turns into a pattern on the ground.

Fly over the market, let the world unfold,

Sweeping through the alleys in a story told.

From the lantern glow to the spice-filled air,

Every little moment hanging there.

See it from the sky, light and free,

A drifting eye through living scenery.

Tin roofs shimmer under a silver haze,

Hands exchange their bright, familiar praise.

Fish and flowers, bread and song,

Life moves quick, then carries on.

Above the crowds, the air feels wide,

A floating gaze that glides with pride.

Every step and every sound

Turns into a pattern on the ground.

Fly over the market, let the world unfold,

Sweeping through the alleys in a story told.

From the lantern glow to the spice-filled air,

Every little moment hanging there.

See it from the sky, light and free,

A drifting eye through living scenery.

Spin past the towers of stacked-up fruit,

Hover where the shadows and sunlightूट

Blend like threads in a woven sheet,

A bird's-eye rhythm in the heat.

Fly over the market, let the world unfold,

Sweeping through the alleys in a story told.

From the lantern glow to the spice-filled air,

Every little moment hanging there.

See it from the sky, light and free,

A drifting eye through living scenery.As the day grows long and the colors fade,

The drone keeps watch where the footsteps wade.

High above the market, calm and clear,

A moving dream that lingers near.