Trains sing their mechanical songs
as wheels grind along their gears
struggling against the iron guides
and the city wakes up to a new day.
City lights flicker wearily
as the sun chases the solitary moon—
her rays of light sprawl across my bedroom wall
illuminating the darkness.
The crisp morning wind whips the puddles,
making the trees dance frenetically
following its lead,
and the city comes alive
with the rhythm of the day.
Slowly I rise from under the covers,
with a slow sweet yawn
as the clock strikes eight.
It’s time to get up.
