Seattle

This is somewhere special. I have known
Other places I would like to be,
And always wondered if the place I'd grown
Was really different, or just to me.
But every time I come here I look out
And see the city green and welcoming,
Full of the wonders I have thought about
While otherwhere and always wondering
If they were real, and I remember then
That there is really nowhere else compares
Nor will there be another one again.
My city laughs at doubt, and frankly dares
Another city to pretend to share
The greenery, the shops, the wet fresh air.