Baskadia

In the city's heart, they stand bold,

Traffic lights, colors that unfold.

Green, a signal to surge ahead,

On roads where journeys are fed.

Amber warns, a gentle plea,

Slow down, be cautious, patiently.

And red, a moment to pause and wait,

As life's symphony orchestrates.

In the dance of cars, they guide with grace,

Traffic lights, the city's embrace.