the day

By sktm_4028

Silence on the hill
The early morning sun
Dim light blossoming
In the quiet darkness cry

The lighted buildings
Standing tall wastage of public funding
Along the streets broad and ugly
In the quiet the hollow echo

The idling cars
Parking without souls
The various models and origins
The taxes pay higher costs

On the traffic lights
Turning green,yellow and red
The easy flow of traffic
In the quiet the silence rule

In the reckless driving of some
The crushes and entangle vehicles
Sitting on the side roads ugly mangled steel
Of lives lost, injured or maimed

The howling of ambulance vans
Roaring in the dark silence
As the morning light slowly takes shape
The street lights disappear

The sound of early morning praying
Hit the gong or loud speakers reign
Blasting through the silent morning
As the religious faithfuls gathered

The early light bud opening
Breathing the light of life
Revving of motor vehicles
Babies cry in apartments and houses

In the early morning rise
On the hill slowly comes alive
The silence slowly disappear
When the sun takes control