The Flow of the city

I'm working with my students on poems about where they grew up. Here's my own street flow. 

The lights of the city welcome
Me with their glow.
Buildings surround me
This concrete jungle I know.
The traffic and sounds soothe
Me with their flow
As I walk the streets
That I so well know.

The people I pass
They don't see me
They hurry off getting
To places they need to be.
It's a mad rush,
Like the hive of a bee,
All shapes and sizes,
A kaleidoscope to see.

I wouldn't trade it
My own corner of the sky
Here is where I grew up
Here is where I'll die.
I travel far
And across the world so wide
But I always wash in here
With the ebb of the tide.