THE AWAKENING OF A CITY
It starts when they all go to sleep.
Then, ten or so hours later, It happens.
Quietly but surelly, the rays of the sun break throught the horizon.
And one by one I hear the chirps, coos, tweets, and kaws of those small winged creatures.
As I hear that noise I suddenlly see the extremly small speckel of people here and there.
Then, a little while after that, the quiet roaring of those engines trodding on by.
And amongst the mist of it all, right on the dot, every time, I hear that blaring cry of those metallic trains.
When all of this has finished it is then that the people come in groups more lively then ever, the engines roar as loud as they can, the chirps, coos, tweets, and kaws have died, but most of all the cry of those trains, which have signaled the the awakening, have died along with them, when the city owoke that day,
Or atleast until night came once more.
It starts when they all go to sleep.
Then, ten or so hours later, It happens.
Quietly but surelly, the rays of the sun break throught the horizon.
And one by one I hear the chirps, coos, tweets, and kaws of those small winged creatures.
As I hear that noise I suddenlly see the extremly small speckel of people here and there.
Then, a little while after that, the quiet roaring of those engines trodding on by.
And amongst the mist of it all, right on the dot, every time, I hear that blaring cry of those metallic trains.
When all of this has finished it is then that the people come in groups more lively then ever, the engines roar as loud as they can, the chirps, coos, tweets, and kaws have died, but most of all the cry of those trains, which have signaled the the awakening, have died along with them, when the city owoke that day,
Or atleast until night came once more.
