The Bean

I am the Bean; people from all over the world smile at my curves. I am what they are, but I am also me. I show them the world and I show them what they are. Sometimes, though, I see the world in them. At some times during the year, snow falls and covers my face. Somehow though, someone comes and wipes that snow away: opening for me a new day to see new smiling faces. I see the world in black and white for I do not discriminate. I see the city to my right, the sky above me, and You looking in.