I arrive with the sun's fierce embrace, I make the asphalt shimmer and race, A silent, oppressive, suffocating space.

Egypt, Mesopotamia, Sudan, Rome, A temple, A dollar, a scheme

I travel paths no horse could tread, where rolling waves lie there instead.

I stand over rivers, cars zoom on my back, I’m curved like a rainbow along the track. People cross safely from side to side, What am I, with my arched spine wide?

A rebirth of sorts, Of humanism, science, and art, Frescos, marble, controversial rules, With Florence at the heart.