The crack of dawn peeks over the hill waiting too scream, to yell, but sings in harmony with the birds as they suddenly awake. Water rushes as the whisper of wind collide in the near creek. The quiet city suddenly awakens as the lights burst out crackling bike's gears turn around in a circle. The sugar being poured into sweet tea and coffee softly as they jump in swishing.
Suddenly the world stops and is tuned into something new...
Now the bird chirps and screams with the singing sun. Now the whisper of the wind slows down, the rushing water ripples, the bikes are parked left, burning in the orange and red sun. The sugar is now lost in unknown bodies and every thing is in harmony.
Very mysterious, leaves me wondering, and thats how poetry is! I think harmony is a great poetry word, I've used it once before, but yours is comforting and still meaningful.
ReplyDeleteAnother perfect poem!