In terminals where dreams take flight,

Beneath the soaring arches, pure and bright.

An orchestra of whispers, jet engines hum,

In the dance of departure, a symphony begun.

Steel birds poised for the open sky,

In the heart of transit, hopes amplify.

Ticket stubs flutter, like paper birds in wind,

A journey's prelude, a tale to be pinned.

The scent of adventure lingers in the air,

As travelers weave tales of here to there.

Echoes of laughter, a universal tongue,

In the hustle of terminals, where all songs are sung.

Gates stand as portals to the great unknown,

Connections made, or paths left alone.

Strangers brushing shoulders, fates interlace,

In the transient haven, a diverse embrace.

Baggage carousels tell tales untold,

Of distant lands and stories bold.

The airpot, a crossroads of destinies,

Where hellos and goodbyes weave symphoni