In steel behemoths rising high,
Storage tanks reach for the sky.
Smokestacks puff with rhythmic breath,
Pipelines weave a network’s depth.
Precision’s gaze, on industrial sprawl,
Where form meets function, standing tall.
Each line a tribute, to human design,
In geometric harmony, our structures shine.
In these edifices, a modern hymn,
Where industry’s pulse beats within.
Precision’s brush, a testament clear,
To the power of progress, year by year.
