You are a museum, a room filled with rare,
I’m an immigrant wanting to dwell there.
As every day I see you unprecedented,
Knowing you possess elements that are beautifully rendered.
In the eyes of callers, I see the light,
I’m yearning for every little thing the museum people hide.
You have filled with creativity all around,
In the devotion of each space,
you lay the first stone of god.
They see empty rooms, I see a whole museum,
I uncover your things I could idolize,
you are a work of masterpiece
an epitome of extraordinary.