Lay the stones, stack them high, like a pie in the sky. Brick by brick, dreams take flight, a sturdy home to sleep at night.

Silent dancers on asphalt, swift as wind, they glide with grace, a symphony of wheels beneath eager feet, orchestrating a smooth urban ballet.

Is it a dream? I see it clear A tiny door starts to appear! Open it wide, don't let it close, To let the fresh breeze touch your nose.

I have a head, but no eyes. I have a neck, but no shoulders. I can make a lot of noise, but I cannot speak. I help build, but I can also destroy. What am I?

The home of a night full of stars, lake of water lilies, and lady who doesn’t smile. What am I?