By Danby Morrison
pink clouds like cotton candy,
the sound of cars,
and the cool air from outside,
and the early bird flying into the sun,
as it’s barely rising.
All the things in the morning city
are things we are lucky to have.
the sound of honking cars
and the building lights like stars
you lie there looking at the city
and you think
this is very pretty.
Categories: Poems & Stories