A city slowly comes to life
As the morning has begun
And I the task for to bask
I have started in the sun.
The world goes by in from of my eyes
All in a rush and frantic
I, the poet, prefer to take my time
I like it slow, more romatic.
Its not what you have that you enjoy
Its what of it you make
And I shall enjoy the day
Purely for its own sake. |
